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Summon the crows and call the maggots. Dear rectum, you make up my grave. Fire exits blocked and all lines on hold at the emergency hot line. Happiest Thing Alive, happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. Dead Senegalese and broken boats in the Spanish brine while you bluff your way through civil disobedience class. That gang rape, she asked for it. Happiest Thing Alive. happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. And it feels so good to be the Happiest Thing Alive. Dear Sir, you're so fucked up. It might make you anxious. It should make the Happiest Thing Alive, happy as I can be. Oh God I think that's me. And it feels so good to be the Happiest Thing Alive. Will it get much better, can it get much better? It won't get much better than this. Summon the crows, call the maggots.

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