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originality. its become a long lost art so don’t expect this to come from my heart all the cookie cut out people, with their cookie cut out jobs and their cookie cut out problems, their cookie cut out sobs i’m not a real person, and neither are you its a ***** to admit, but you know its true we’re all raised to grow up and get paid so one day a girl will show up to get laid have a few kids, and the love starts to fade it makes me want to puke, and call out for aid but i’m bakin’ in the oven, can’t ****** see out so i’ll try to keep on lovin’, and try not to pout tears start to pour, like god turned on the spout cause i can’t figure out what this life’s about so god if you hear this i think i’m about done cookin’ but i bet your almighty nothingness aint even lookin’ cause we’re all alone in this world, trying to find our way and if we’re lucky, we’ll make it thru to the end of the day an accountant or some **** man whatever pays this hypocritical cookie’s getting lost in a maze there’s no need for creativity when all that matters is productivity and i’ll speak but won’t dare to act, is that a product of inactivity? **** the world, man i say tupac had it right thats all i can say, already given-up this fight
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
Cookie Cut Outs
originality. its become a long lost art so don’t expect this to come from my heart all the cookie cut out people, with their cookie cut out jobs and their cookie cut out problems, their cookie cut out sobs i’m not a real person, and neither are you its a ***** to admit, but you know its true we’re all raised to grow up and get paid so one day a girl will show up to get laid have a few kids, and the love starts to fade it makes me want to puke, and call out for aid but i’m bakin’ in the oven, can’t ****** see out so i’ll try to keep on lovin’, and try not to pout tears start to pour, like god turned on the spout cause i can’t figure out what this life’s about so god if you hear this i think i’m about done cookin’ but i bet your almighty nothingness aint even lookin’ cause we’re all alone in this world, trying to find our way and if we’re lucky, we’ll make it thru to the end of the day an accountant or some **** man whatever pays this hypocritical cookie’s getting lost in a maze there’s no need for creativity when all that matters is productivity and i’ll speak but won’t dare to act, is that a product of inactivity? **** the world, man i say tupac had it right thats all i can say, already given-up this fight
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Sep 27, 2011
Sep 27, 2011 at 10:59 PM UTC
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