Thinking they're great, some new kind of drug

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, April 18, 2007 - 23:57:25 - print it raw

Rub some of that red dirt into the eyes, washing it with the urine of the baby goat drying out on the cooling fire. Skinned alive while otherwise dead, it's pleasure unfound and unsound when the maggots get into the ears.

Chew hard enough and with enough vigour and it's the juices what spill down the front of the broken skin what leaves the taste sensation that rocks with the self flagellation.

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