5.9.11

"Careful not to give your favors, to the lonely housewife neighbors, I had one who once sent me her heart in a tupperware container. Don’t you dare touch my stash and give me cigarette ash, nothing tastes as sweet as incest in this empire of the senses. Singing songs not meant to be sung, beating like my bleeding heart. Careless slipping of the tongue on just another private part. Rabid search for stoned affection, fights the lust that breeds infection, meet me at the intersection. Don’t forget your fuel injection"

- Placebo

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