#dirtiest mouth this side of the mississippi | MUSINGS: janet

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[anarcoherence]

what doesn't kill you makes you really weird at parties | IC: janet, three determinate states the cat could be in: dead. alive. bloody furious. | ABT: janet,  get it — see food | AES: janet,  dirtiest mouth this side of the mississippi | MUSINGS: janet,  but it waved its sadness like a battle flag | ST: janet, 

the gal with the muck rake | IC: bessie, the truth shall make you free | ABT: bessie,  all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses | AES: bessie,  but we fight for roses too | MUSINGS: bessie,  for the people hear us singing | ST: bessie,

hey there trouble! | IC: dyalla, big teeth. big arms. big hugs. | ABT: dyalla, a muscle the size of your fist | AES: dyalla, keep on loving! keep on fighting! | MUSINGS: dyalla, spit teeth，shut up，and sing! | ST: dyalla,

like pulling teeth | IC: pliers, time to learn to enjoy the apocalypse | ABT: pliers, the light from a city on fire | AES: pliers, the knowledge that the flames will burn higher | MUSINGS: pliers, there’s a scream in everything | ST: pliers,

take a gamble | IC: p.t., seventeen confidence schemes in a tacky overcoat | ABT: p.t., the ol’ razzle dazzle | AES: p.t., well... the stupidity is mostly feigned | MUSINGS: p.t., ‘‘what’s new pussycat’’ is a lot longer than i first thought  | ST: p.t.,

a reformed vampire | IC: mal, a bundle of suppressed instincts held together with spit and coffee | ABT: mal,    untidy，but with bags and bags of style | AES: mal, sleep on it，kid | MUSINGS: mal, the children of the night don’t do vinyl | ST: mal,

the new gay is a great big fish | RL: mal & polly a werewolf in the watch | IC: angua, a vegetarian who had to pick bits of meat out of her teeth in the mornings | ABT: angua, a friendly smile: her mouth turned up at the corners and all her teeth were visible | AES: angua, woman's intuition? | MUSINGS: angua, there’s more to a howl than you’ve ever heard | ST: angua,

who watches the watchman | IC: sam, ''my name is Sam and I'm a really suspicious bastard'' | ABT: sam, practically zen | MUSINGS: sam, cobbles under his cardboard soles | AES: sam,  | ST: sam,

and know you're enough to use me for good | RL: sam & sybil,

the woman was a city | IC: sybil, a species of woman who，when duty called，turned to solid steel | ABT: sybil, in her own special category | AES: sybil, non sumet nullus pro responso | MUSINGS: sybil, ST: sybil,

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