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To get there we had to fly up on a United Airlines crop duster
with two cocktails and a basket of desiccated crickets for snacks
Instead of landing they pushed us off the wingtips
strapped to parachutes, but it wasn’t so bad
since we were go
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I’ve lost interest in the limelight since I’ve come to understand that I’m not meant to be in it. We walk past the Porker Palace and see crowds of the rich with piles of pig in their hands, stacks of pork piled up on their plates as they swirl amo
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FUCKANEAR SUICIDE I rip off my penis. Rip off my ear. Steal a glance, through the lookingglass, at the iron in the tub. Stick the penis through the ear. “Fuck an ear!” I bark. “Distilled…
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