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I once held a bleeding mare,
But no, I didn't.
I fought a dismal war over eucalyptus fields
And I am now sure I didn't.
So I have tied Certainty down to the table,
And I'll ask you to chop off its head,
Regardless of whether you are real or not.
Despite this pack of lies, let's proceed.
by why the lucky stiff
april 13, 2005