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If the walls could feel but is there a hole in their stomach, I can see myself again Good afternoon, I want to buy a Stanley knife please, yes, this one, black arm, I mean handle, so clean, heh heh, of course they're new. hello stanley, to me you're Stanley, yes, you'll David McDonalds had a farm he ha ho ha fuck you and in his belly he had a knife, he ha he ha yo, and in my pocket there's my friend, virgin's blood, first cut meat, not beef, not pork, not chicken, but a bigger beast. not crime to cut beef, not crime to cut chicken, not crime to cut the hand that feeds the walls cold sweat shivering stunted screams tired moaning in the chest he ha ho ha and on the street my legs walk he ha ho ho and in my pocket is my passport he ha he ha and on the bus I will he ha hou ha and in the job I will be no me no me no me no me, tara!!!!!! new me, all new, brand new, no sttttttuter, of course not, that was for somebody who doesn't know Stanley. Look, perfectly Stanley with you, not the kind of thing you give out to kids. Although, if my kid was old enough to carry one, he, he would have Stanleyed his dad a long time ago he ha ho ha and in this new job I will baby sit and sit and sit and sit or in this job I will fry burgers and then make some more burgers and the money. Fuck the money. It'll be tight, but it'll be good. |
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