Dog Muck ended.........
We started.
The end never seems close enough. Even with tele-eyes you don't feel better.
The womb tremble stirs, and hurting the Glasgow Ice crimes of yesteryear, it fixes it eyes of sorrow on us.
The MAtriX has us, just as much as it had DogMuck.
Never give in. We did.
The Truck Full of Murderers continue to serve your anal music breakfast with steadfast rejection and soiled distortions of what music should be.
Evil is a voice that only hears your heart die.
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