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I live in a glass house and throw rock after rock til the shards cut through my veins like warm, bitter butter from all the soapbox prat falls, kicks in the teeth, and busted ***** I get up after each one like **** is my cannon?!?!" I wander the streets just waiting for life to **** me No **** No condoms Just a ****** *** buying ***** with wooden nickels and a brownish white stain on my pants. Judge me, but do it harshly Cuz I'm better at it than you are and I'm gonna stab you right in the eye with this plank pulled directly from mine Kettle's blacker than a couldron, and I stir em both with a crooked middle finger I stealthily stuck down my pants for a stink palm for an ******* So don't hassle me with that "don't judge me" ******** That's life, and she makes Judy look like a fuckin' church mouse So get your glass house in order I'm bringing all my friends and a dump truck full of rocks, slingshots, and bottle rockets. We're moving boys to men tonight... We're taking no prisoners to light...
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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I live in a glass house and throw rock after rock til the shards cut through my veins like warm, bitter butter from all the soapbox prat falls, kicks in the teeth, and busted ***** I get up after each one like **** is my cannon?!?!" I wander the streets just waiting for life to **** me No **** No condoms Just a ****** *** buying ***** with wooden nickels and a brownish white stain on my pants. Judge me, but do it harshly Cuz I'm better at it than you are and I'm gonna stab you right in the eye with this plank pulled directly from mine Kettle's blacker than a couldron, and I stir em both with a crooked middle finger I stealthily stuck down my pants for a stink palm for an ******* So don't hassle me with that "don't judge me" ******** That's life, and she makes Judy look like a fuckin' church mouse So get your glass house in order I'm bringing all my friends and a dump truck full of rocks, slingshots, and bottle rockets. We're moving boys to men tonight... We're taking no prisoners to light...
Having a little fun with the notion that people don't like to be judged, even though they're usually the first people who do it, and with such great frequency too!
steven-l-herring
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC
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