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i'm still a little shifty sweaty around the eyes slightly mushy in my undeveloped frontal lobes falling into an abyss between my growling stomach and the sweat on my neck into where my eyelashes are replaced by blackened teeth the neon chemical fruit smell of raspberry hair dye and johnny cash i never think anything through or maybe i do i just chose to keep my thoughts silent and lie about them later if i could wish for one improvement upon my wardrobe i would wish for my father to stop rattling on about the way jeans never used to come pre-faded and how work was the only way you added holes to knees just when i like the way things are going when it comes to my past is just when i am forced to relive everything i ever hated it's not purple let me tell you something it's not purple i'm not repeating pink it is raspberry get it right.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
raspberry hair dye and johnny cash
i'm still a little shifty sweaty around the eyes slightly mushy in my undeveloped frontal lobes falling into an abyss between my growling stomach and the sweat on my neck into where my eyelashes are replaced by blackened teeth the neon chemical fruit smell of raspberry hair dye and johnny cash i never think anything through or maybe i do i just chose to keep my thoughts silent and lie about them later if i could wish for one improvement upon my wardrobe i would wish for my father to stop rattling on about the way jeans never used to come pre-faded and how work was the only way you added holes to knees just when i like the way things are going when it comes to my past is just when i am forced to relive everything i ever hated it's not purple let me tell you something it's not purple i'm not repeating pink it is raspberry get it right.
Copyright 5/29/16 by B. E. McComb
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
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