What You See Aint Really Me: When they closed the slaughterhouse

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Monday, March 10, 2008

When they closed the slaughterhouse

growing up ain't normal man with the slaughter house next door first the bullet cracks out loud noisy chains then wrap the feet hoist the cow,guts hit the floor then start to cut the meat every single fuckin day the killin' wouldn't stop except for those times twice a day thats when he'd go and mop... Sign in to see full entry.

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