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That sounds pierce your teeth, like a horse dentist, and fill memory in rust, smells rotten and broken words.
What you grow in each of the pores, a spider leg, you can only feed on decks used and reduce you sleep like a steamroller, the thickness of your portrait.
to go outside until the streetlights will run to kick, that fanaticism irresistible force you to prostrating before the garbage cans and that all city residents will be mistaken for a urinal.
when you want to say: "My love", say: "Fried fish," that your hands trying to strangle all the time, and instead of throwing a cigarette, you're the throw you in the cuspidors.
your wife fooled up to the mailboxes, that lie next to you, is metamorphosed into leech, and a crow after giving birth, alum wrench.
May your family have fun in deformarte the skeleton, so that the mirror, looking at you, kill themselves in disgust, that your only entertainment is to settle in the waiting room dentists, disguised as a crocodile, and fall in love, so madly, in an iron box, you can not leave, not a single moment, to lick the lock.
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