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this is the only piece i've had confidence in, in years.
and i've already over played it;

Stabbed you in the back, you know I threw a hatchet.
Buried in your chest, when you turned to catch it.
And all my good days are stuck in qaurantine.
Wasn't there a warranty?

prt. 1
tell me 'bout yo raunchies.

uh, confess...

My exmaination of "the rule" of man-

Ah morals, simplification of mans utter focus of being. What strange falsification man lives in! Once one has developed an eye for this marvel, one can never cease wondering. We have strived to retain grasp upon our ignorance of this black and white term of what we should subconciously follow in order to enjoy ( Read more... )