NO MORE EVERYTHING
It's all over, now drown this bastard
Santa in blood thank you please. I'm
tired of people hugging and all that
swelling music of the happy cheers
and stupid talk. I'd rather speak
to a potato.
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I skipped this Christmas just by hiding
out of state, gone away alone and in some
silence of the road : canine vittles and a
big white barn. Never had a better life
than this. No jawboning jabberwockey,
none at all, for me. Ice that cake.
And eat it.
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