a journey of questions that you will never have answered do you have a problem? quit telling me im heading for hell i don't know where you get this from but i don't think so all the slashers, the idiot bashers the fucking lame-ass religious nuts who want to be right they smile at the thought of me heading for hell a period of thought, then i begin to scale and i want nothing to do with your time but catch a whale given a half story i flail at the truth i homer over the wall like babe ruth i grip the bridge of my nose as the grenades, they lob them i sigh and ask, do you have a problem? with me??Birth sign: Aries
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