They revoked his drivers license and eventually just declared him totally useless and had him put to death. His wife has been looking pretty bitter ever since. They sent here a brochure in the mail, outlining options for how to deal: option 1) You can fuck everyone the way that they fucked you. Option 2) you can never get fucked again. I think that's about the time we formulated the plan, set the dates, silk screened the flyers and began to wait for the darkest hour of the longest night. I can't wait for that night. And I swear to God, officer, that it wasn't my fault. I swear to God, officer, there was nothing I could do. And just between you and me, officer, I think you might have fallen for her too, the way she drank herself to death and knew every subway route, the way she said the trick to riding for free is to never to never to never to never to never get caught.

When there's no blood,
There's no circulation.

I was totally hers by dawn.
When they caught us on the Bahn,
They broke both my arms.
When they cut out her tongue,
She was singing.

When there's no blood,
There's no circulation.
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it on.

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