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I hadn't planned ahead so I'm just doing me usual... Bagpuss hair, already pissed, but some good drugs cheap. If I start crying later on though, then remember, it's just par for the course. Cos I live my life by golfing metaphors.
Actually, I'm gonna get really pissed, and with the help of Mordant, Lurid, and Barry Auckland, take control of the stereo. And play... actually, chances are, it'd be the stuff Rothkoid was already playing. So I'd hurriedly change my mind, just to be contrary, and put "Rocket Morton" by Nurse With Wound on. Several times.
Until I was kicked to death by the other partygoers. |
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