Damn plasticine children keep trying to drain me of my vital fluids.
There is a sickness diffusing through this place like none other.
Caught in the game without a mending heart.
Three-eyed operators and sure-thumbed money bags fuck me,
Without permission,
No escape from the blood bath.
Futility Resonates.
12 September 2006
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FWA FWA (ROFL ROFL ROFL)
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