Burnt in a pot, I am the dog. The dance of digging, I am the dog. Conception of ghost breeding the hogs. Crisp enough for living, I am the dog.
Colonize the breath of the preaching choir. Burn off the hair and sever the prints. Let me take it all from your warm stint, and breed rest for all to see
Sketched on the map the lovers gave to you. Maybe if we sleep we can find it to leave.
I've been feral for too long. Grab your gun, put me down, and give the kids a laugh.
Black bag on my scalp, dogs will breed where sheep will sleep. Black dogs in my head, they will shit on my relief.
!! THERE'S GARBAGE IN MY VEINS, AND IT SPILLS INTO THE GARBAGE IN MY BRAIN, WHEN IT KILLS ME THROW ME OUT LET ME FILL THE LONELY GROUND, GARBAGE 'TIL
IT SWALLOWS MEEEEEEE DOOOOOWWWWNNNN !! straightdoinked
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