Jaysen Good · Nov 13, 2011
1200

1200 deaths don't matter,
they are a speck of dust in the universe.

cut the blue wire,
he cut the red.

quit bitchin'
get out of the kitchen.

You see the connection.

Don't lie -- down by the riverside.

 
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