Can't wait to hear the final complete version of dot dot dot "The Thrill"
I stand on the hill,
not for a thrill,
but for the breath of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man who contemplates doin' away with license plates.
He stands alone, anyhow,
bakin' the cookies of discontent
by the heat of the laundromat vent.
Leavin' his soul!
dot-dot-dot,
Leavin' his soul!
And partin' the waters
of the medulla oblongata
of - brrrrrr! - mankind!
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, have fun!
