At The Drive-In - Invalid Litter Dept

intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down as their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying dancing on corpses' ashes yeah, they had plans for him they has spun the last of the pimps corduroy, satin nailed jewelry lips while the guillotine just laughed again dancing on the corpses' ashes paramedics fell into the wound like a rehired scab at a barehanded plant an anesthetic penance beneath the hail of contraband they had been defected and

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