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D. Clux, th masturbator
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Fawn that she was, that was her name.
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I desire t remember in a very horrible way:
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Were he a germ, a very giant germ (especially th well-read kind
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familiar with Psychology even, Nietzsche even,
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well-dressed for work, over-dressed in fact,)
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he would have rightly belonged imself
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to be stepping along her two chests,
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flat on top, rubbing against th' torso,
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hike up into the caves of the nostrils.
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But he was a man, "I am a decent man!" the sexual man proclaims,
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after he enjoys himself all over th' pillow
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and even on the window glass.
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"oh boy, I am a naked convict! i am a fly between th boobs"
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gonna get two lines between the eyes upon his
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thirty-thousandth  day
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29 Nov 08


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you might want to fix the typos (unless they're intentional) they can be a little distracting
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I think the title would indicate they are intentional
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unclear why some typos include th' apostrophe, and others don't
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unclear that life has dog shit where there are no dogs
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