I was raped
and fed to sharks
and hung out to dry,
twice in 1975.
The year of transaction and color installation.
So touch me where I'm not all there
and heal the wounds you're
responsible for.
Ice cream is cheaper in a cone
the feeling is coming straight
through the phone
and C.C is obsessed with me.
Can't escape
my black fate
and my cookies are
the best.
-Written 2001
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