Bodies in the gears of the apparatus

A lubricated rubber glove and pornographic photos of a decapitated chinese hooker

Bodies in the gears of the apparatus
Rationalism is no equal to romanticism.
A crime of passion.
holding her head under water.
She took notes as I stole her thong so the dame got what was coming to her.
I know that I've got the look, so no mister with a handle bar mustache can tell me otherwise.
You've got a lot to learn about rock n' roll.
God is a bullet.
I had no choice. I had no way out. I had to pull the trigger.
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