i could tear the pages out and send them back piss on them and leave em in a puddle but i can't get a drop of water on them? can't read it where i want getting pissed($68) for what they call "water damage" its all bullshit and garbage, and the door just slammed closed all damage and all baloney the damn danger that i now pose fuck this shit, because its playing screw the nigga who's always trying to read our books deadly is my reasoning i'm surrounded by crooks aint u gone home yet? no, i'm trying to get one more THE FUCKING WORDS ARE STILL READABLE!!! this will be a fucking bore now i'm reduced to paying for my books but through the steel tines comes one thought: i'll never have to pay another fine.
Reason for writing:
lets all thank the chicago public library for taking away my library privliges because of a few drops of water. all bullshit.
Birth sign: Aries
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