dacia-bWhisper

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Fuck Being SingleFuck men, guys, dudes, boys... in fact anything that walks on two legs and has a penis between those two legs, or any other kind of elongated genitalia for that matter. / Fuck the simple ones who guzzle beer and scream at other men in a small box / Fuck the sensitive ones who weep at the intensity of their emotions to you
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Stickers on Apples: workMy abode was not built by my own two hands / It was erected by the noble hands of labs, in the 1920s / I make caffeined, bitter black water for the over worked businessman: who pushes arrogance
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HeritageThe day my great-grandfather deserted the German army because he was a proud Austrian and no nazi. / The day my grandfather was given away by his own mother because he was born out of wedlock, and shame to the Chinese gardner. / He grew up a half cast in a white family in racist 1940s New Zealand. No kiwi accent could hide his oriental blood.
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A big melting slice of self hateOh my self-loathing is disgustingly indulgent, It destroys my health / I wallow with glee for hours in the pits of my own self-hatred / Everything I do say and see I use as ammo in an endless war against myself
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European Landlockis it strange then to long for wild mountains that spring from all angles? / and stretch to the a sky filled with clusters of white / which escape from view quickly with an ocean wind
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These Strange Lands (European Backpacking)In these strange lands I deposit my sleep / into a small percentage of the neat twenty-four boxes in which I can make a memory. / The clock runs 24 instead of two swings of 12.
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BastardYou made me fall for you. / You bastard. / You treated me well when everyone stomped on me.
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Death (2012)It can't be so, / I'm only young / All my life so far has
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Josh (Personality Clash)Tired yet wired. / Running on caffeine, adrenaline and anticipation. / Like a railway forwarder
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SundayIt's a bright day / A cool wind seeps / Though my bedroom window
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