The equivalent of dancing around to Joy Division with a parking cone on your head.
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- the worth of my birth is a billion
- "Sometimes I feel like everyone's eating this thin...
- This is the way, step inside
- "What are you, joining a minstrel show?"
- She lifted up her wings..
- Standards
- Cat Lady
- Comin' down on a sunny day
- a cathouse in El Paso
- When's the last time you mailed a letter?
- There will be snacks
- the smell of boiling rice
- "Please remember, you are dealing with a human form."
- I'm just an animal looking for a home, share the s...
- A jaunt out east..
- drink my liquor from an old fruit jar
- everything dim, lurid and biblical
- It was Johnny Hopkins and Sloane Kettering, and th...
- the same dull indifference
- Brown paper packages tied up with string
- The time has come, the walrus said
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