realize..... what lies within t.v. guide are subliminal lies for yor eyes. brains fried, over easy i guess, unless remote access is your most common relief of stress. me, my MTV is Mostly Tuned into Violence my morality is mostly locked into silence, in the back bedroom closet shivering and hiding. ricki fake and jerry that humdinger both got 'sexy black, one armed, transvestite hookers who marry their step fathers' already seen it fix the f***ing antennae. free huey, free mandela, free mumia, free geronimo, free cheese, free cable free willy on HBO i ain't missin' that it's showtime outside the apollo creed? what creed? I turned on channel greed and threw away the remote i got my new couch potato 3000 on lay-a-way and on the fifteenth it's mine it's must-see monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday friday, and saturday yeeeeah baby! on the seventh day i rest says my bible, the raiders is playin' k.c.Birth sign: Virgo
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