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Feb 2020
Women, birds, cars, zoos, atms, shoes, pasta salad, cake, burritos, haMmers, grass hoppers, parrots, politics, money.
I just want my box, and the world can *******.
It takes about 25 a week so it's attainable. I don't live to work, and I'm not sqaundering my youth to be a slave. I can be a ****** in my 30s and 40s, but right now I'm a rockstar. I don't want my soul essence squeezed from me. I'm not ready to be shackled.
Shackled by marriage, or children,
Or social status and its upkeep.
Just give me the box, you can have the stuff
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
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