 Want a younger heart? A stronger femur? Wanna change your race? With easy organ financing from geneCO, you don't have to be a millionaire to own a million dollar body! |
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 Nathan…Murderer…Monster… |
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 I had my first surgery when I was thirteen, and thanks to ‘Z’ I didn’t feel or remember a thing. A month later I was turning tricks. |
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 “Versaci Vena Cava? MARK IT UP!” Hilfiger testicles? MARK IT UP! Fendi Cadaver dogs? MARK IT UP!"
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 AAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHH! |
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 If you poop in my pool, don't ask me to go and take a dip! |
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 I steal not for rings from dead fingers,
Nor take from dead teeth silver or gold.
But in the market of black-market sub-parts,
Trust me that I will not be undersold! |
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 I'll be who you wish, dear.
'Cause every week I switch, dear.
Surgically restructured.
Hell, I'm a walking sculpture!
It's anyway you wish, dear.
'Cause momma needs her fix, dear.
So c'mon I don't have all night! |
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 “Break a leg tonight… Or I’ll break ‘em for you!” |
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 There's Italiano in-a you, no? Maybe you would like-a some though? |
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 Flesh is weak.
Blood is cheap.
Inconsistent consistently.
Use your sense.
Save your cents.
The only thing with persistence is Gold!
It makes the world go round! |
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 I was born blind.
geneCO cured me.
But for my eyes I have been made to sing;
A contract endorsing this foul company,
But after tonight I'll be free! |
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 Dear diary, he compared me to mother again,
How can I be like someone who I've never met?
It's because of my affliction, this condition of the blood;
An intolerance to coldness that I got from mom.
Do I dare to risk the air at night, just to prove that I can? |
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 The years roll by without you, Marni.
Shilo is already grown.
I tried to raise her with the best intentions,
But there is something I can't tell her.
I am lost without you here.
I am only living out a lie! |
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 Out from the night, from the mist, steps a figure.
No one really knows his name for sure.
He stands at six-foot-six, head and shoulders.
Pray he never comes knocking at your door!
Say that you once bought a heart, or new corneas,
But somehow never managed to square away your debt.
He won't bother to write or to phone you. |
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