Tag: 666
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He’s here!
I know a fat cunt is coming this Christmas It’s not Santa even though I wish it I don’t like to break the law but to see your craw shutted life-wise, I’d risk it Sometimes you have to snatch and grab to claim the biscuit Pinching away, small bruises Nothing severe, you disgusting four-eyed crab…
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TO LET: LOTSA KET
What I’ve got they’ve got one eighth House where they’re living like one miserable sliver of my kitchen Considerable mink slippers, gold dust sprinkled onto my kippers: different. Way I’m living makes unpaids livid Like I’m about to say “Let them eat cake.” Debateable whether the speech delivered was OKt They didn’t seem too grateful…
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The end of a friendship
Nothing lasts. Oh, we’ve had our blasts like old cannons Rusted now, recycled into bravery medals Nothing is fixed, only stone sticks and even that is licked by wind to wind Unglued the affixed things plunge into occluding gloom Here in the quiet room which should be loud, we planned it loud But you were…
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Her skytracing finger is the pointer whose pauses rename stars and planets.
Smoking citrus, Christ Looking Christly, came back around like a Dionysus But this time more icy, like goodbye to the dinosaurs Who liked their weather more nicely Drive myself but I’ve got guys who could drive me, five Five star chase if I like it but low key today, seeing sights Looking fine, arm tanning…
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I have a pair of cybernetic legs and all they’re used is going to and from the bookies and off-license.
One minute we were having cans Stood up, took a piss longer than the River Shannon and When I got back the Garda were bashing down the door, enter Pan. Through the trap like a God-favoured rabbit, and out the back, panting Felt something coming, my blood was up spent all day antsy Stitch in…
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