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Oh, and can I point out that Tyler's opening on 'French' might just be my favourite of the year:
'Got all the black bitches mad 'cause my main bitch vanilla
she trying to get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
when it comes to yo perception of my shit I'm Hellen Keller
when it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you smell the
rectum, I'm like a chromosome, I always X 'em
like Wolverine's stepson attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
and fuck Mary in her ass *beat cuts for a second, breaks down laughing*'
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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