o, sanctums of fountains, o scrotums, o fountaining scrotums, o man's great ugliness everywhere like that fresh dogturd that the morning shoe did not see again; o, the mighty police, o the mighty weapons, o the mighty dictators, o the mighty damn fools everywhere, o the lonely lonely octopus, o the clock-tick seeping each neat one of us balanced and unbalanced and holy and constipated, o the bums lying in alleys of misery in a golden world, o the children to become ugly, o the ugly to become uglier, o the sadness and sabres and the closing of the wall - no Great Minds Ever; kukoo - -just shit and the whipping of shit; just doctors without patients just clouds without rain just days without days, o god o mighty that you put this upon us. when we break into your mighty KIKE palace and timecard angels i want to hear your voice just saying one MERCY MERCY MERCY FOR YOURSELF and for us and for what we will do you You, i turned off of irola and i hit normandi, that's what i did, and then came in and sat and listened to the telephone ring.
when we break into your mighty KIKE palace and timecard angels i want to hear your voice just saying one MERCY MERCY MERCY FOR YOURSELF and for us and for what we will do you You, i turned off of irola and i hit normandi, that's what i did, and then came in and sat and listened to the telephone ring.
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so it's obviously bukowski.
haha.
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it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
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