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And so the hairy fat ape raped the puppet slut-whore hybrid til it fell limp down the stairs of its sullen gaze amidst the crowing shit-bird winding a tourniquet casually about it's wing, facing the corner,
What would I change? Wouldn't you like to know? I'd feed the hungry To make people grow. I work at McDonalds, it's fine and all, And we throw away burgers that go out and come back
Say it to me again, I dare you. At first it was nothing. A black hole- Empty, no meaning. But, you feed it so much. It grows, being filled: filled with anger, tearing souls.