Oh, and how fucking good is 'Pigeons'?! 'The funeral service was fucking worthless, so I said a couple words, and I didn't know her but I'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick.' The beat is totally vintage Doom sounding on that one as well. 'Wave hi to the Ritalin regiment'
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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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