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Jul 2016
I'm sick of eating organic
sometimes I just want to eat the face off a dead squirrel -
That's what we call McDonald's where I'm from.
Not really though.
Sometimes I think about my eating habits as a child, and what was allowed
My God great good Lord capitalized I did on milk duds and mountain few
I got so sick into a sink
Putrid fluorescent bile
It's not my fault.
It's not my fault.
My mind had a mind of its own!
mikev
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