31 December 2011
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01 October 2011
Burger
Its sitting right on my lap I see it. Scribbled across the lines I read it. I'm the fucking poet who knows it. You know it. You bogus. Comprehend the language. You scared of war? I'm all anxious. We got the angus if you want beef.
25 September 2011
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