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May 27
is a mercy-killer who delivers merciful killing to people who are eager to be killed. But not me! I want to laugh, dance, prance & sing. I want to dress like Michael Jackson and beat the **** out of Tito. I want to hide behind Oprah at the airport. I want it all because women crave abortions and leather shoes come from cows and linoleum is made of linseed oil and pig-blood. This is our world and I have no urge to lean over the Grand Canyon where there's no railing.
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(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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