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[newsclippings]

I've already
made it
into the
hearts of those
diseased and
indisposed.

-

Like a droopy ballsack,
you hang over my mouth
words wrinkled and wet.

[Remember: I am far less vile than
your stench on a cold morning.]

Quite lucid when I'm loaded, yes.
And the drinks help me remember
why I ever liked you in the first place.

-

You can find me running around corners,
cursing in nondescript accents,
trying not to mention the hemorrhage
that comes with knowing yourself too well.