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Jul 2019
this ******* thing came to this:
two brains, sever and split.
two pigs, top of the town,
made marquee marked on the ground!

i'm smothered, but
the fourth wall's
done getting scraped!

version one point one was nothing new,
these scrapes make room for version one point two.
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
   S Olson, Busbar Dancer and Jules
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