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Aug 2014
Lock jawed.
Cuz when it rains it ******* pours.
Sleeping in dead fruit flies.
Choking on bug spray that killed said flies.
I need a job.


Praying for a god ****** miracle.
Im praying for a miracle.
punk rock hippy
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