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Giraffes? Giraffes! - When The Catholic Girls Go Camping, The Nicotine Vampires Rule Supreme.
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Giraffes? Giraffes! - I am S/h(im)e[r] as you am S/h(im)e[r] as you are me and we am I and I are all our together: Our collective consciousness’ psychogenic fugue.
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Giraffes? Giraffes! - …And then she look’d down and saw miniature houses and miniature people and inside the miniature people were miniature hearts pumping blood through miniature veins (her mouth was watery and wet)
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Giraffes? Giraffes! - She looked up from examining the freckles on her and shouted, “Jesus! I’m fucking god-damn tired of all this make-up sex!” and he just stared off.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, Hobos and Tramps, Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants.
I come before you, to stand before you, to tell you a story I know nothing about.
One bright morning in the middle of the night two dead fellows stood up to fight.
They stood back to back, facing each other, drew their swords and shot each other.
If you don't believe my lie, it's true, ask the blind lady on the corner, she saw it too.
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