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Malacophonous

A Diary.

If you reach a cul-de-sac. The world turns it's back. This is you zone, it's like blackjack. He might get the ace or the top one. So organize your two's and three's into a run, then you'll have fucked him son. And for that you'll be the better one.

The Streets (Mike Skinner)