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yes like dildos and doorknobs.
I remember it was just like yesterday, nikky was here with us, smiling and carefree. then came the AIDS. it ravaged him. he was only just a shell of a being, coughing up buckets of "last chance" saint semen. you know they say it cures cancer? cancer, but not AIDS. tragic, really.
the funeral was a good time. sonic youth were there. glice, drunk in his grief, knocked over the floral arrangements into the freshly dug earth. genteel wore her best black dress; a slinky number with rhinestone poodles. at midnight they tossed him in the hole, hex wards in place less he attempt to rise once more. it was stalking time for the Moon Boys.
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