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Everyone   is born pure,     I think. Imagine red-hot   ****** metal. Clay is given to two   people. Two. Sometimes one person leaves.   The metal is too hot.   Hey, this isn't for me, he or she says.   Shame if it's the mom. Push it out. Check out   of the heartbreak motel.   But it's all the same, I suppose:   Mom or dad. Red-hot ****** metal,   sitting at the playground. Teacher says,   Play with the other kids. Teacher says,   Does the world seem big     because it's so scary? Teacher says,   What is your nature? Teacher says,   Play with the other kids--     think of it as       networking.   Time to graduate. You ******* queer,   said the news. Yeah you,   said the news. Look over here,   said the news. Bombs, **** ******* ******* ***** spics, ****** school shootings, drugs, suicide, famine, STDs, rap music, Jews, Obama, Putin, North Korea, Ferguson,   said the news. By the way,   said the news. Have you seen   Miley Cyrus' nip slip,   said the news. Graduation night.   Rumbling 'round the warm, bath water   city lights. Her hand in his.   She looks over, What is your nature? I had a teacher   ask me that, he said. They ****** underneath   an apple tree. This is what the rain is for.   What? This is what the rain is for.   To get us wet? No, ********   Because I already     had you wet. Ha-ha. Very funny...     No, it's for washing away       memories of ***         under a tree. Birth. Two people. Two.   Let's name him, she said.   Let's fail him, he said.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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Everyone   is born pure,     I think. Imagine red-hot   ****** metal. Clay is given to two   people. Two. Sometimes one person leaves.   The metal is too hot.   Hey, this isn't for me, he or she says.   Shame if it's the mom. Push it out. Check out   of the heartbreak motel.   But it's all the same, I suppose:   Mom or dad. Red-hot ****** metal,   sitting at the playground. Teacher says,   Play with the other kids. Teacher says,   Does the world seem big     because it's so scary? Teacher says,   What is your nature? Teacher says,   Play with the other kids--     think of it as       networking.   Time to graduate. You ******* queer,   said the news. Yeah you,   said the news. Look over here,   said the news. Bombs, **** ******* ******* ***** spics, ****** school shootings, drugs, suicide, famine, STDs, rap music, Jews, Obama, Putin, North Korea, Ferguson,   said the news. By the way,   said the news. Have you seen   Miley Cyrus' nip slip,   said the news. Graduation night.   Rumbling 'round the warm, bath water   city lights. Her hand in his.   She looks over, What is your nature? I had a teacher   ask me that, he said. They ****** underneath   an apple tree. This is what the rain is for.   What? This is what the rain is for.   To get us wet? No, ********   Because I already     had you wet. Ha-ha. Very funny...     No, it's for washing away       memories of ***         under a tree. Birth. Two people. Two.   Let's name him, she said.   Let's fail him, he said.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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