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Aug. 11th, 2006 03:31 pmGeorge Martin writes more than pretty fiction.
The song of day goes something like:
I woke so sick and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A pig in a TSA badge
Draping his dick across my cheek
And it's into the shame
And it's into the guilt
While you let them have their way
So they can take your civil rights
And piss them all away
The song of day goes something like:
I woke so sick and full of rage
That I could hardly speak
A pig in a TSA badge
Draping his dick across my cheek
And it's into the shame
And it's into the guilt
While you let them have their way
So they can take your civil rights
And piss them all away
