Started on May 06, 1997.
Completed on May 07, 1997.
In that Swamp Babe's mind he was back, under the gun, so he reached up into the sky and screamed at the thought of his mansion being mined eternally for peanut butter and banana sangwiches. Da King was his _title_ out of one noisy crack and into another was how his life was lived. She heard many things in her head. Her mother saying 'just let me rest', her teeth chattering when they were still, her shoes goin' squish-squish-squish and shallow squirts of guilt to ward off fun in all it's dire persuasions.
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