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My phone's got no service in this christian meets crazy. Westboro baptist church. When the negative sermon is over. I bet, I will have 6 missed calls. 6 new voice mails. & 6 texts all from the Lovely Lucy. Looks like hell is trying to get at me. Someone wants my soul. Maybe, I'm going to be famous or somethin'. Rapture Raptors. I will be fed to the feeding flames of infamy. The anti-christ super-star auditions are at 3 a.m. It's, 2 hours away! I'm 7 years away. Hope I make it to exit 27. If not exit 40 works fine too.
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
The Anti-Christ Super Star.
My phone's got no service in this christian meets crazy. Westboro baptist church. When the negative sermon is over. I bet, I will have 6 missed calls. 6 new voice mails. & 6 texts all from the Lovely Lucy. Looks like hell is trying to get at me. Someone wants my soul. Maybe, I'm going to be famous or somethin'. Rapture Raptors. I will be fed to the feeding flames of infamy. The anti-christ super-star auditions are at 3 a.m. It's, 2 hours away! I'm 7 years away. Hope I make it to exit 27. If not exit 40 works fine too.
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Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
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