Wherever he is now, I'm sure he's dining on only the finest eggiwegs, and lomticks of toast and lovely steakiwegs a poshdreg could ask for. And of course, to wash it all down, many-a milk plus vellocet or synthemesc or drencrom.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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