"The shock of this treacherous campaign brought Puss Titter to her feet
and she shook her fists, which appeared like two opposing squadrons in
midair battle. As anger vibrated through her soul, Puss Titter vowed
that her revenge would be more immediate than any act of God, and soon
the entire country would be a house of mourning with nothing but ruins
and clouds of smoke arising from the burnt grass. She swore to reveal
Dude Noway as just another self-indulgent shit, feeding on the being of
his companions and vibrating off the fat of the land. Before long she
would have the repulsive little daughter’s boy whining futile apologies
to empty air, his self-deprecating pursuit of her retaliatory insults to
be refused by grievous misfortunes scrupulously carried out. Yet even
in the girth of such an accomplishment her final adieus would only tempt
his submission nearer."
-sleep of the puss titter (entirely unrelated to this album.)
-sleep of the puss titter (entirely unrelated to this album.)
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