“when you don’t give a fuck about anything, you are at your finest,” paris told pain. he was wearing his skeleton suit again. electrojunk pulsed up n down his arms. new tattoos to cover bruises. he liked to brawl with the big boys downtown. shell casings could attract and detract from others. they thought he was a millionaire cuz he had a lotta books. bibles, poems and tomes, all the shit the dead ones that ran the government now hated.
sergeant slaughter had a daughter named delicious angelina stardust. jackie called her sugartits.
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