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Desk Job (02/21/2013)
Pig's iron, shining on the dead eye's pistol.
Forged soft in the furnace of Manilla summer nights.
Even Kingpin's dreams can go awry, much like holding a world's weight in sand
worth just as much as you can't seem to hold.
What a miserbale business this is.
Deadening the nerves, overflowing with checks and balances;
Component after component, traded, bought, and sold, for little pieces of...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 4:13 pm
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