fuck your heaven and then, longing for something still missing. That is in all of us as far as I can tell. We're both missing much more than we have ever been. No no that's not, what what I meant. Put your god damn hands down. We all know this ignorant piety; and it's far too old for us now. May require of us a bold new concept, meaning every single one should attend, cept not a single god damned politician. I think it's time that we get along, and that is in most things after all. After all just a few tail-less monkeys. If you think we're important, we're special (well-designed, little things) fleet of aliens set down. So why then right here? Banjo joe is a hard man. Banjo joe is a good man. He's a man that's always working. A man with gasoline in his heart. Needs a wife and a family, and a cat and a car and a home. Has a scar and a loan and a cat, and a bar, and a stone. And that man, just needs, what many of you need. Heavy heart, heavy hands, heavy world, heavy worms. Heavy heart, heavy hands, heavy words, heavy world, heavy worms.
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