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I am not right i need some work done check my vortex pungent fog wreaths minimal Dave has a chisel a tin of cake mix snipers leave trails on the carpet the toaster is on fire she arrived at the hospital with a bag of burnt fingers they were too sugary for me the doctor counted my teeth who are you she jabbed him in the chest with a sharp warty branch the gardener the fishman binman are you bringing fake ciggies offerings I don’t drink perfume her agitation illuminated the small space I was down and out it happened without me realising it

They used two seconds of my song on an advert for torture chambers I bought a new boiler a set of bath towels a sharp knife for peeling I played the silent trumpet you have never heard anything like it