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Dead Men Walking

You know what is excellent? Rain. Kissing in the rain, Singing in the rain, All of it is wonderful. Beautiful. Fucking gorgeous. And I don't give a damn what you have to say. You know what is amazing? Sex. Dirty, rough, sweat dripping down your back, Eyes dilated, Teeth clenched, Cheating, no good sex. It's ALL wonderful. And I still don't give a fuck. You know what astounds me? People. People and their words. Their thoughts and judgments. Their captivity in their own personal business. Their lack of freedom. The fact that every damn day, They do something annoying. The fact that every single day, They care a little too much, The fact that they can't take time to indulge anymore. Work work work, it's all just Mother. Fucking. Bullshit. Live life a little more people. You've only got one, Make every second count. I don't care if you get drunk at parties every night, Or you spend your nights on Xbox live, Maybe even playing Magic with a group of other guys. I don't care you you're the kinda person that fucks every night, I don't care if you are a virgin 'till you're 25. I don't care. Just do whatever. Because we're all pretty much dead already.
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Oct 27, 2011
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