SUB: RE: RE: RE: Come Home, My Sons!
Eat your eyeballs. Salt your kidneys. Sell them for pennies. Cover your eyes. Pickle sauce. It's always better with pickle sauce. Change the channel. Change the tune. Radio waves, all the way from space. "And he said that he loved me. I believed him. What fool am I?" Protect your assets with new plastics. Sin is letting the rain in. Protect and cover. Keep the lizards dry. Poppa, poppa. Is there a pony for me in the darkness?
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