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The Journal of Eli Skipp

[057]
12/28/2009 03:25 p.m.

my baby spits like thunder when he sucks down all his lights,
and he feels me up in public like he feels it's justified,
and his grim mind's perforations are all filled with Bakelite,
for my baby spits like thunder and i never ask him why.

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