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ode to the distorted apr 16 2002 - 4.37 pm
sneezin' in the library... listenin' to the ray-dee-oh writin' 'bout the serial killrrrrs... wipin' mah hands on mah pants oh yeah on mah pants eggs in mah belleeehh wondrin' 'bout lacan hatin' lacan no more lacan huntin' humans! huntin' humans! only twenty minutes... till i'm stuck till tomorrow will my professor kill me? who else could end my sorrow? emil kraper! emil kraper! is your symbolic faculty all distorted-like? ted bundy! ted bundy! you try to dissociate but we all know what yer doin'... young republican, son of a bitch bastard child do your teeth itch? bitey little shark, gettin' back at bitches oh you boys love those twitches dead not yet dead twitches my eyes are going to twitch love them twitches last time***next time
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