visions of picket fences and a big white house picket fence gone black and corpses lay on the porch an american dream. shattered why not blame me
Reason for writing:
Umm its just about how the whole thing with the perfect moral
brady bunch famly thing shatering(if it ever exsisted) and
the pointing of fingure at any thing handy. I guess i dont know
if that was what i wanted to say
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