EVerything LOoks SO JUicy I COuld SUck IT... ENjoying The Balm Perverse enough to live  I don’t live in a cubic dance hall I am a Head cleaner and pencil pusher At first, there was precocious puberty. After was just an earth burp. The scene’s been set with some spastic God eater and a Starving Public Dancer in a dress made from turnips and hot plastic. “when you drink it’s like food,” he paused to gesture at the mess of bottles stacked across his corner of the bar, “one beer one sake and weird tries at wata…it is brave to have such thirst! O to be burdened with the need for fluide.” ANYWAY, LET'S SHAKE OUR ASSES RIGHT OFF A CLIFF!