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Jan 2016
Flogged and whipped
And tied to a chair

My mistress is mean
And nobody cares

My body is ugly
Life's not fair

One day
It will all be over
And will be done

I'll just sit
Underneath
The hot summer sun

Look at them scream
And look at them run

Just relax
The end will be fun

Bombs dropping here
And there

The flashes are bright
Try not to stare

And as
The buddhist monk burns

I ate a pear


And I'm just a brain
Floating in space

And I ate my own ***
I enjoyed the taste

And whole biospheres
Are laid waste

The next world war
Will destroy the human race
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
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   Timothy Ward
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