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This must be fixed, it burrows inside. Several years, failing to drop. My manhood in question. Will I ever be the same? No one can know, I’ll conduct this myself. A hanging tater and it’s lonely tot, surgically cut so it will drop. Incisions and scraping tissue away. Devouring the scrotum, my fork separates. Self experiment, have I gone mad? A fork and a spoon were all that I had. With my spoon, an agonizing scoop. Digging and tugging to force it down. A criminal act upon myself, hideous ideas reveal the horror. A mangled mess before my eyes, the ghastly terror reveals my demise. Burdened by guilt, an impatient will, I hope a man will soon be revealed. A hanging tater and it’s lonely tot, surgically cut so it will drop. Incisions and scraping tissue away. Devouring the scrotum, my fork separates. Self experiment, have I gone mad? A fork and a spoon were all that I had.
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I thought this was ridiculous but the Mark Cooper cover kept bringing me back. I learned to appreciate slam more and one day this just clicked. Even the drum machine and parody vocals somehow make sense now, and the guitar sounds terrific. Pure insanity. Alien slam. Metallurgical Fire