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Pax Americana Fax Australiana Smoked a banana and visualised a liquid metal Virginia Woolf Liposuction Tuesday Steak night Wednesday Breast augmentation payed for caviar on Christmas Day And if I work on an afternoon By May we'll both be on the moon Touching glasses with Richard Branson And his harpy queens I'm too apathetic to defend my heterosexuality But I'll not lie here on my phone while being fucked by the Man He— the body of a man who died— do you wan— sixty seconds— Angel, angel, you talked to me And I don't even care if you were lying about being clean Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed Only seventeen, with blackened teeth Angel, you talked to me I don't even care if you were lying about being clean Angel, you're still an angel despite the speed Only seventeen, with blackened teeth