and I am the idiot fly
who sees sweet sticky gold
and I think to myself,
"jack ***
but there is no prize.
you either die slowly, suffocating on honey
or someone puts you out of your misery
Jun 29, 2023
Jun 29, 2023 at 3:02 AM UTC
and I am the idiot fly
who sees sweet sticky gold
and I think to myself,
"jack ***
but there is no prize.
you either die slowly, suffocating on honey
or someone puts you out of your misery
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