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Back to Lick My Skull Dry Page Back to Don books I listen right into the refrigerator for enemy tankers
I am very dry and my dad milks moss
Hordes of it
Vile hordes
"Give me a screwdriver or some salve, homeboy"
"LISTEN!"
"Give me a screwdriver or go home, boy"
"Listen?"
"I'm not wearing heels so that I use my Visa"
"I'm skiing past the dirt, the rocks and the Rastas"
"When everyone is naked, we'll see"
"SEE!"
My hands are shrinking
Man! That war was a test of SOMEONE's grave!
"I'm skiing across my forehead and "SKULL" is one word engraved there until I listen"
"CRASH@!"
"Man! That play sat down spinning like a man necking underwater with a false alarm"