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you couldn’t imagine the pains all over Being Fixed rigid from The Shot Another pain in my gut A horrible throb, throb, throb it seemed to me that I could not Even if I tried to Get Out of the line of fire
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
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you couldn’t imagine the pains all over Being Fixed rigid from The Shot Another pain in my gut A horrible throb, throb, throb it seemed to me that I could not Even if I tried to Get Out of the line of fire
blackout poetry from A Clockwork Orange, page 116.
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Aug 11, 2018
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