Crazy people want to kill me, they say they want to take me out, and it's not dinner they are talking about, I saw her going down, on the spiral, against a hot blue sky as the mud started to boil. Freddy the fish still swims in the shade. Someone threw the rock i wrote on in the water but good ole Gracie plucked it out, so I gave her some chinese asprin for her friends. These are my words don't use them unless you can pay for them
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