Oh I can I can, live in Zen, heroin and a hen, stored in my opium den. I dream I dream, of a heavenly scheme, of inserting pointy needles into a vein and mixing foreign substances into my bloodstream. I begin I begin, my soothing sin, a colony of imaginary bugs and spiders crawl under my skin. Take drags or you’re drags, oh my tail wags, taking
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