What the hell is this garbage shit?

Astrologers make me slit my own guts.

Their the dreamscapers that whip my flesh.

Mentally with a cat of 9 tails.

12 mild buffalo wings slide down my.

Esophagus, easy like.

11.33$ to scream to the heavens.

Then, jagged pill man offers my future.

In the paper.

Drink this black mass, brother!

Disgusting morbid water.

Ready for shots & the fights, brother?

— Sean C. Stucki

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