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Laze on the couch, sideways, watching ants attack waed on the gift box top, Magic, worst thing to teach kids with addictive tendencies, those who fill holes with things they hope won't deteriorate in time after all of the money they paid Bills stack, get paid, too, but the space left is huge, too gaping for the remaining messed up bunch of tight, clinched presidents Never thought Washington bought ice cream and got fat, or thought that Jackson dug green, pipe cleaned, choked on **** til oxygen be came an old means, but here I slink, giving them to family, so I can recede comfortably on an old futon with broke dreams, with full sink, two XLs, to be honest, it feels too real, feels too deep, feels like I best hold home and blow dro, sleep to the X-bone beep.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
Suffer Summer: "Too Real"
Laze on the couch, sideways, watching ants attack waed on the gift box top, Magic, worst thing to teach kids with addictive tendencies, those who fill holes with things they hope won't deteriorate in time after all of the money they paid Bills stack, get paid, too, but the space left is huge, too gaping for the remaining messed up bunch of tight, clinched presidents Never thought Washington bought ice cream and got fat, or thought that Jackson dug green, pipe cleaned, choked on **** til oxygen be came an old means, but here I slink, giving them to family, so I can recede comfortably on an old futon with broke dreams, with full sink, two XLs, to be honest, it feels too real, feels too deep, feels like I best hold home and blow dro, sleep to the X-bone beep.
yeah yeah yeah but if I were healthy, I doubt I'd be writing.
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Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 5:07 PM UTC
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