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I like to feel greasy. So much so, I regularly bathe in lovingly sliced hunks of pigs heart. Now,
not wanting to comne across too bold, the chaplin unbuttoned his robe, making noises
that could be likened to hounds in the throws of death
metal band "Fist Slitter". I was ignorant. I should have known. Why did I
need to smear marmite on her chest I pondered
why I had skinned a whole race of people. And I asked myself "was it really worth it?"
Lee Anderson
