Jesus has not raised me though
I'm squeezed in tight inside the
bible belt. "Tay-row?" That's against
the word! Check this out, SS do what
she wanna do. I played Lazarus. Keep
getting the Nine of Hearts. The wish card.
Must be wishin' for more wishes. I'm going
back to Graceland! Fuck.
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