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May 2015
I'm up before 3:30 am
It's ****** up.
I'm almost dead like a bomber
If you understand we've already made
A picture.
Your mother my mother
Slobs and drools like a ***** mop.
We can squeeze recharge undo but in the end
She gets ***** and excuses her husbands empty furniture.
Listen!  Money really is easy.
Watch.  I have a good check
But I'm drugging whiskey or else I'm
Giving advice to keep the man who doesn't identify in business.  
Pay attention if your already ******.
Don't give in so easy.  
My friends get me back when I've exchanged shirt sweater or bra.
We don't care we're only people in the end. I've filled up the morning and now I can sleep with chocalate moose
I cuddle up next to a closed window woith out blankets.  I can rub my face at the end a May and try to understand we're living only trying to understand how everyone feels.  Let me tell you they a
Feel better then we think they do.
Michael Parish
Written by
Michael Parish  Tacoma, washington
(Tacoma, washington)   
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