we'll slide down the surface of things come to rest at the bottom in a broken heap killing joke, everything will end in eternal sleep everything is good everyknee will hit the ground before life returns to its suburban grandiosity welcome to our america where we run in fear cast our eyes to the skies the madness continues when will it end??Birth sign: Aries
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