i have to listen to you long enough don't you think its time you got up hows the bullshit, man?? how's about a hand?? which one(slap!) welcome to Three Stooges Land as you sink further and further into the sand wail loudly again and sit in the cellar thats fusty crusty and dusty, still my underarms are musty there is no middle ground; this is as far as this bus goes i can teach the world that it BLOWS no one is free to love who they should instead thanks to the pressure they get taken with those who could don't cry, you know you can't try that trick or should you attempt to be a fucking prick i'll free the whol world from the heartbreak of being spurned they say "ah, you're full of crap" , and i crashed and burned but i ruled the world for an hour or two i don't love you, you know who it is, boo its that motherfucker who be stalkin me too late to run, as he shoots me its too late to flee.Birth sign: Aries
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