Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they'relined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with you
They won't miss us
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Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they'relined up for blocks, so I'll go to bed with you
They won't miss us
death wants more death, and its webs are full:
I remember my father's garage, how child-likeI would brush the corpses of fliesfrom the windows they thought were escape-their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodiesshouting like dumb crazy dogs against th...