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Giger Guide her Slip and slider Blood and Spit and Cum inside her Bender Mend her Make her Wetter Growing Groaning Twisted Moaning Singer Bring her Thru the fire Tongues of Lust and Dark desire

Alone on a dusty road Under a broken sky The buzzards circle 'round a dead armadillo A leathery rat in a shell Curled up like a sour egg Green and scaly like a sick thought I keep my distance as I walk past The birds laugh, but their wings stay tucked and their backs turned A cumbersome mass of junked cars, trucks, and double-decked trolleys mound morbidly in the distance Sparks of light dance freely in the air around the bend a ways... I can't seem to remember how long I've been walking Everything I've past by was junk Worthless heaps of it Twisted metal Toxic fumes Roadkill But I've never seen sparks before tonight I walk

The crimes we commit against ourselves Against our own souls Here's hoping someone keeps a tally Writes them all down in a book Gives you your copy the moment you die With just enough time left to read the cover Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda, Mea Culpa Wonder if it'll be a tear-jerker, or more of a joke Flip through the pages real quick Chapters on vices Chapters on violence Chapter after chapter on impure thoughts Illustrations of each and every dream you let go Dedicated to yours truly Signed, yours truly Right underneath a picture of you as a little kid Right next to a picture of the person that kid wanted to be Requiescant in