Satan afflicting Job with boils by William Blake.
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- I gathered all my days just to hold them against you
- Drinking deep from the bowl of fire
- why wasnt I more grateful when life was sweet?
- The knife was cold, the blood was warm
- Sky Piece
- I'm a slow motion accident
- C'mon pretty, you still got it.
- The last time I saw Jesus I was drinkin’ bloody ma...
- you're an eighteen wheeler, I can't handle you.
- Dusty in london: or more trauma from our friends a...
- pour me in a suitcase.
- When you play my song, play it slowly, play it lik...
- mercy mercy, Ms. Percy
- I could slip away, wouldn't that be better?
- Killing it decisively, in the warm afternoon sun.
- death and mankind will be stunned when nature aris...
- the hook is my home
- veni, vidi, egeo domum
- I don't need to travel to get there.
- Hater I have your diamonds, still.
- The beauty of the rain is how it falls
- You want the bigger picture? Cant you see there? W...
- spokane tell me
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- you and me, like a million to one
- trying "not" to think of a monkey while taking med...
- Sit on a potato pan, Otis
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- beating a drum in search of a fugitive
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