The time has come again my dears to tell a little tale. Of holloween, and pumpkin seeds, and severed heads for sale. Where angeldust and special k come with every purchase. This is the world we're born into with our tainted upright frowns. Dancing upon rainbows where skittles make our sound. And to these simple minded beats, we bounce and juke and
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