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Tell Shannon her Crafts are Ready

you would make the prettiest of brides.
(oh baby i got you workin', got you workin' from the nine to five.)
you would make the prettiest rape victim.
(oh baby i got you workin', got you workin' from the nine to five.)
goddamn. i hope i overdose.
your mouth is open, and better suits
a bottle opener than to talk
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my pathetic fucking ears off!
i'd jab an icepick in my eardrums,
if i could someday regain my hearing.
i envision (more more more) snapping your neck.
(more more more)
tilt back your head and fucking take it!
milligram count: you've gone too far.
diagnosis: finally gone.
OH! SHIT! FUCK!