"and your late father was also a robust individual."*
where does that put a turd of my consistency and hue?
do the magic trick in which you saw me in half:
thats what it feels like when you come back
to talk shit beneath tudor style architecture
throw in a salty phrase or two
"Here many wishes of all kinds, weighty and powerful, were visited upon him, with even some indelicate words among them"*
i shotgunned a case of the high life all at once
"Good for the constitution!"*
highfived fifteen guys in leather jackets
"I'll say, what an acquaintance!"*
commandeered an intercom and made a cruel joke
"He's stupid as a block of wood, you know!"*
rode in a firetruck and threw cigarettes to the fans
"The muzhiks were ecstatic!"*
i blacked out because i was so happy
"Oh, you bastard, you bastard! Put him in leg-irons and take him off to jail."*
*nv gogol 'dead souls'
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