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The Airport Fastfood..If you buy me a war, I'll reply in receipts, if you teach me to kill, it's my whites to your feet. "Wiggle them toes, they's a rowdy bunch! Tangible triggers with an innocent lunch!" When you bought me battle, I was sick with the stripes, when you taught me to cannon, I remembered every last reason for why I'm always going to love the smell of charred flesh at tee (tea) time and kick-off and the first pitch and that "Daddy, daddy, daddy." I picked that up overseas!The Airport Fastfood.. in Scraps
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My nurse from birth was my quick fuck on leave. Who's a whore now? And I can't help it when my eyes well up with pride when I see those first choices. That grenade's going to get you places and win you faces, but all those crayons haven't got a dime on my four-star retirement bonus.
I lost my throat under the county bridge in a barfight with the sheriff, deputy, and the dispatch. "It's nine one one, so raise your gun and aim it for the skies! Evil and the burning sun, so raise your gun and aim it for the eyes!"
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A Thunderous Clap..With a whisper we wither, but with such a calamity we collapse. I'm burning all my calendars, because I've smashed every face I've come across, and there's nothing I hate more than mediocrity. Purse your lips, and kiss like the Devil himself is on the receiving end. We're living the lives of secluded temptresses, with sequins in our eyes and a slew of holstered emotions close at hand. But close at hand is relative, and if I have my way, I'll be collecting on every will at once.A Thunderous Clap.. in Scraps
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So capture a scribe and teach her to read her own masterpiece. Unfold the airsickness bag, and give her five. She'll have a new purse in some small time.
There's no longer any comfort to be found in the clouds. The pear tree's diseased, and so are we, but at what cost is all this healing? Because there's no feeling in healing. What a primal theft with such inadequate consequences. Why does every side of me wake up to find itself scraping at the bottom of a cereal bowl with a dull and bent spoon and more ambition