Johnny Gacy what are these things you have done these faces in the dirt under your house Johnny I doubt you sang very well Johnny I doubt you loved all those cold dead boys Johnny were you good at making breakfast? Johnny cold and dead Johnny Gacy in the ground Johnny I wonder if you tasted like dirt and sweat or asphalt and salt Johnny I wonder are we slowly turning into you?

Johnny Gacy what are these things you have done these faces in the dirt under your house Johnny I doubt you sang very well Johnny I doubt you loved all those cold dead boys Johnny were you good at making breakfast? Johnny cold and dead Johnny Gacy in the ground Johnny I wonder if you [...]

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one hundred forty one

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