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I Suppose Like Others I Have Come Through Fire And Sword, Love Gone Wrong, Head-on Crashes, Drunk At Sea, And I Have Listened To The Simple Sound Of Water Running In Tubs And Wished To Drown

So, That’s What They Wanted: Lies. Beautiful Lies. That’s What They Needed. People Were Fools. It Was Going To Be Easy For Me.

Erections, Ejaculations,exhibitions And General Tales Of Ordinary Madness.

There Still Might Be A Place For Us Somewhere.

If There Are Junk Yards In Hell, Love Is The Dog That Guards The Gates.