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Today I'm going to write something political and satirical

Maybe I'll call it polisatire. Maybe I'll call it Satpolire. Satoplire. Let's go people... nothing to see here but a big old fat fucking... Satoplire... coughs coughs vigorously shakes is naked just wasn't naked but now is Satoplire #Hilldabeast2016 #Hilldabeast Hillary Clinton scares me. I think she's capable of producing some dark days... We had the black guy... now we're going to get the woman. What's next... An Octopus? are you offended because I didn't say black woman or Mexican and instead went all the way down the line to octopus? Come on... You'd be offended if I said anything regarding race or sex there... that is... if you're a little bitch! I'm done. This ain't a poem... more of a stream of my fucked up consciousness on Lots of drugs and Lots of Nosleep. *kids... don't go askin' around for that new shit called Nosleep... I just mean I haven't slept in a few days is all.* Note to self: start putting ajax and powdered semen in capsules and market it as Nosleep More Notes: Go on a road trip to Brooklyn with one of the kids you got hooked on Nosleeps and refuse them Nosleep the entire way there. They'll be too young to get it because it's a lot easier to sell fake drugs to miners. Notes on Notes: I think he meant I should market to minors... not miners. Spent the day last day down in the dirty coal mines of West Allis and boy oh boy.... did they ever find fury down there with which to beat my ass when I tried to sell them Nosleep. Do not sell to miners Don't sell to minors either. Jail is not the place you want to be. At least not in Milwaukee county. I'm a white boy with soft skin and the prisons here are like., well., let's just say I'd be the cumstain on the black sheets dude you can't use the word black in a metaphor if you're using it to describe black people oops... fuck it #fuckit ((literallyfuckit)) k what was it? You know. No I don't ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ;) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ miners get awfully lonely down there ;)
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