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--- R I C K   M O O D Y

Brief life is here our portion-- Definitely will renew. Men feign themselves dead: The chirp of birds and squirrels

The bedroom activity is pleasant; Your IQ looks good to me I used to be a sort of safety-valve-- See how bent my bow!

We who are young will never see much A woman standing on the globe; Great and notable cities were sunk, But that is nothing new

Hunt for joy as for hidden treasure Love has been outgrown. Dark sheep in the drill field; The crush of victim's bones,

Remember where we left off: The patient seduced at an early age, A change in the breed of wolves, I took a cold shower and dressed.

Interview with Rick Moody

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