PATENTED AND
COPYRIGHTED
This is mine. You touch it and
you're dead. I'll kill you myself.
Hunting you down like scab meat
on a dog; wiry seats like a Cyclops
watching - bar stools and cannibal
fools, all gone down together.
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Her name is Nancy Shame; she's
got none of it. The fissure between
her rental legs, it's pulsing. All this
production and nowhere to go.
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