ILLUSTRIOUS MADNESS
Your really illustrious madness is beginning to
get me going. I want to go out of control; see,
now I'm a beggar for this gas-station-lust you
bring on. I've got to show for your being but
these diamond-gold-mufflers I offer. Jeez,
please use these to stay warm. There's
nothing worse than candy set on
a jagged edge of broken glass.
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