Finished Folds (1—4)
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8rhino in a hurricane. The fury of my fists will be like a hail storm of meatballs on your doughy face. I'm real messed up buddy, don't make me go Baroque on your ass. I would take
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5two bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, and you're too drunk to count how much wine's on the wall! Thirty six bottles of wine on the wall,
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7the system. I scorned their attempts at 'therapy'. A misanthropist's idea of aversion therapy is existence itself. And in the night,
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4What a heft, an emotional weight. Once you've got it, it won't go away. I try to hand it off to whomever will listen, and I awake each morning, this writhing ball still in hand.