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We knew the blubbering one in glasses would yield the most meat.
I can't stop drooling
only honest knives are found buried in backs
Admitting diagnosis: Old guy, don't know
Thank god it's winter, or it would stink, too.
why I like fat bastards
from where I stand I can see they have already won
Into a featureless face, they carve a smile.
We will fight and I will win
Violence is the first refuge of people in a hurry
Better luck next time
juicy
It's a song about a girl
Justice Yeldham
A bitter man rots from within
Blank as the windows of a skull
You have to watch out for the quiet ones
one learns the most when losing
close to the bone
Waste not, want not
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
City of Joy
And weeping dogs row boats of flesh
Around an empty grave
straight razor
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