I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking — Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking — Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking — Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking — Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking — Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
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I see walking bombs on the streetHearts not beating, but ticking

— Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins
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