Flow my tears the policeman said... |
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January 27th, 3030
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San Jose, Ca "Who’s this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked. On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask. He’s the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain. They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame. He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage. Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
-Bootsy Collins |
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