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Sammy, the Gat: “I Got Me A Skin-Splitter On My Tooth Liner”

(Glossary at end.)  Joe. I smell high-octane battery acid. Cuppa, cuppa, cuppa. As I come outta the creep sleep that angel-winged me from there to here, I’m head-scopin’ a pic of a stained-glass panel with steamin’ coffee cup and an … Continue reading

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