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Wasn't Odessa (02/20/2012)
No, no he wasn't. No I wasn't, I mean.
I am an heir. We are all heirs to the wastes. We're all the kings of stale christmases and rusty oil rigs, you see? I am, more than most, an heir to rickety hip bones; an heir to malformation and malignment, apathy and home surgery. We were and are, all glorious heirs to your poison. We were and are, heroes of villainy. We are the unfortunate, the proud, t...
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