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Seventh Day

Burn your eyes and ears and tongue and nose and genitals out. Imagine the banks, government offices, and airstrips are sweet bread and start tearing out fistfuls, lick the frosting off the glass, break and suck the glass. Or just wait for french-fries to be machine-gunned into your head. I don’t know.

 

 

 

 

 

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