Drip coffee and ham sauce.

...it's a euphemism.

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wrecking disco ball.
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you and then he kneels. He crosses himself and then he clicks his high heels, and without further notice he asks you how it feels. And he says, "Here is your throat back, thanks for the loan".

But something is happening here and you don't know what it is, do you, Mister Jones?

Art posts are left unlocked, but if you'd like to see a lot of aimless ranting, tales of the job, whining about school, and general musicspam, just hit me up.

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