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If you're heart is always over-explosive, people will call you a maniac, I know some folk who fall in love too easy and they're broke and they live in 2 bedroom apartments, their rent is like the Romans sticking nails in their wrists. I'm not really interested, I.N.R.I. My younger nephews crying because I tipped over his new toy, I laughed way too hard. I laugh way too hard. Sleep before work before **** you and **** your day, constellations on constellations. Everyone I admire wants to die. We all commit to suicide more sincerely than our current relationships. We're all incompatible, and no one sleeps enough. I am a culprit too, I am invaluable, I'm in denial over a lot of things, drown it out with aspirin and youtube, and vitamin D and spicy foods and water and orange juice... Enough coffee to drown a child, they say it only takes three inches though [everything's a *** joke, everything's innuendo, or it's a gritty reboot of a silly franchise, Robocop was ****** up in the eighties now it's warm milk and grandma's pull out couch]. I can't figure out why we need two holidays to celebrate genocide, my friends probably think I'm insane and I'd never call them wrong. I'm not really interested though.
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
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If you're heart is always over-explosive, people will call you a maniac, I know some folk who fall in love too easy and they're broke and they live in 2 bedroom apartments, their rent is like the Romans sticking nails in their wrists. I'm not really interested, I.N.R.I. My younger nephews crying because I tipped over his new toy, I laughed way too hard. I laugh way too hard. Sleep before work before **** you and **** your day, constellations on constellations. Everyone I admire wants to die. We all commit to suicide more sincerely than our current relationships. We're all incompatible, and no one sleeps enough. I am a culprit too, I am invaluable, I'm in denial over a lot of things, drown it out with aspirin and youtube, and vitamin D and spicy foods and water and orange juice... Enough coffee to drown a child, they say it only takes three inches though [everything's a *** joke, everything's innuendo, or it's a gritty reboot of a silly franchise, Robocop was ****** up in the eighties now it's warm milk and grandma's pull out couch]. I can't figure out why we need two holidays to celebrate genocide, my friends probably think I'm insane and I'd never call them wrong. I'm not really interested though.
austin-heath
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
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