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“Idle war of head versus heart
It's always this way
My head is weak it always speaks
Before I know what it will say”
― Death Cab for Cutie

“The punter sweated on top of Marina, his lips all over her young body, his tongue slipping out from rows of crooked teeth, pushing hungrily from between his shrivelled lips like a clam from a shell, a bottom feeder searching for salty nutrition.”
― Tom Conrad