life is beautiful, or rather, the people in mine tend to be beautiful bodies, beautiful faces, beautiful classes beautiful everything right down to their asses to be lovely is a sentiment, to be young a curse to be the driver of personality's hearse oh,yes, youre a model, huh? i hear youre not nice fuck you roo, just pass the rice everyone wants your autograph, even though they know the truth, that you are shallow and uncouth to trash a hotel room cause you don't like it takes gall to sleep with dennis rodman(ugh!) takes balls yes, i may be guilty of the things i accuse others of but i'm not into necrophila, don't go after king tut and then i realize that i am not beautiful, the beautiful class wants nothing to do with me, i think they're going to try but i count "one-2-three." and then its over, the dream is done youre not beautiful when you takes drugs and use a gun. on yourself.Birth sign: Aries
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