the dirty scribble
He gets his geopolitics from bacon news
Reality is not optional
The young woman who gave up mirrors for Lent
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The truth of prostitution is laziness, you say
I’m Irish, I don’t need personal protection, said the snowy man
One must pray also for the executioner
All sacrifice must be for life
Else the devil takes his share
Trace the pentagram enough
And all is flames
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From a certain standpoint, it would be simpler if everyone were deadygonebye
Before you died you told me something your mother said
When everything is clean you wish that everyone were gone
They’ll only mess it up again
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There is no use in life
There is no use in anything
The why of the lovely
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The spirit of technics is also a spirit
The neighbour’s roses (real) and her grass (fake)
The mad seek to cover every surface
It’s my chaos! Mine!
The dirty scribble
When in Rome