bcat

if the devil is 6 than god is seven
one more fuckin swine less that you , in all red French
i can holler, and you leave nothing less,
I can't really any more
please please, oh too shame
my name is all that that , please please,
my father lives in the radio radio radio
ok for now

God sure is a swivelly bastard. Allright it's true, I don't have a dog, nor do I own any coners. All my friends have some sort of cancer, and I am just a lowly crownsman. Have you ever made a crown? I thought not.
Anyway, have you ever feared yourself so much that mirrors would make you vomit? Me either. Iam stille dealing with my...
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A fan of my show once came up to me after a gig complaining of shortness of breath and sharp abdominal pains. I laughed it off at first ... my feelings only dampened, until my performance last night. I had four elderly folk straight vomit or loose their bowels, as I moved downstage for the first time. A small white woman hurled her baby at...
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I creamed a spotlight on past eviction...
Kicked out, and off the only hayride heading back into town. I watched the wheels and spokes fumble past me one quarter turn at a time. Even the cheap rubber of those used tires appeared grateful to be toting 170 pounds less.
Fast now, it grew dark. I still had'nt the strength to stand from where I had...
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March 8th,
Lights slow down, and wind hurls outside my sliding glass door. A "T-Storm", they call it on the newsflash scrolling warnings for such counties as mine, while local news sets off a terrible odor on the top of the screen. The power has been flickering on and off. I believe some branches must have been cutting off the circulation. It sounds of tidal...
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