"If I handed you a pill that could kill you...
Twist the bones And bend the back Itch-It-A-Cop-It-A Mel-A-Ka-Mys-Ti-Ca Trim him Of his baby fat Itch-It-A-Cop-It-A Mel-A-Ka-Mys-Ti-Ca Give him fur Black as black Just… Like… This!
Thrice I with mercury purify And spit upon the twelve tables. My ungodly book speaks to you When ‘tis all hallows eve And the moon is round A virgin will summon us From under the ground! We shall be back! And all the lives of the children of Salem will be mine!
I just want to lie underneath a ton of blankets...
I love how this is all I do.
Ignore this shit
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