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South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands



is that "I love when you invoke my death,"
when the grey gauze mist descends on me like sleep.
So how does it seem like I've been coping?
My brain is fried and my spirit's broken
working for the coin-op guillotine.
We're going to a party.
It- it's a birthday party.
It's your birthday party, happy birthday darling!
We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, VERY much!