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Y T h u n d e r - - -P e r f e c t -- - -H o u s e David Caplan
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Sauce in Jars
Drudge the river for the body. Drag your nails across the anger of the bees, stinging til splits in the flesh from it. Stab the eyes of burrows til they pull your cart the way you like. Death is an eagle's dick in your canary's eye. Anger is the frictioned callous from too much idle slaying of neighbors dreams of nothing but sauce in jars.
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