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Two Inch Astronaut
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Foulbrood
saw them taking down the license with firecracker casings all strewn about the street behind it just tire streaks when they made the call
: i got a bad idea i'm trying to ignore but with every comb that comes along there's a sting for every pore foulbrood drank 'em up, bad mood, maybe vertigo is the fear that you're going to jump and it might not be so bad . . . lost the second he stepped outside to commit suicide by cop cat calling the coroner to ask him if he would pick him up
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