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Blasphemy, Dearest


Clarkey
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Bah, popppycock. It's times when discount supermarkets run out of golden sun....

 

in times of need such as said situation

fear not, for scotch provides both the intoxication and inhilation

persevere and you will become quite the fellow

driven to the bottle and a notepad full of pictures

the heart weeps with dreams of aspiration

make it stop for the time has come

to travel to your world in search of fun

and games played not with glee but with fear of delegation

foresee the times when we do not wound

our loved ones cheer and all sins seem doomed

there's nothing left for us to find

when the golden sun clears all of one's mind

tonite should solve my wonders of life

with passion and warmth found only inside

the one I love, for she likes the ties

and those oh so dirty whites

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