who cares about the form, let's talk about the content...I see them too, and the rest of the time I cry because the papier mâché won't stand still when I kick it. Now I drink loads of beer to forget the potential of things, including mine.
I love how it's a form of twisted jail you escape only when you start running past the roses, which is fine. In the end though, even when the bad times come, the beauty of this jail is that banging against its bars feels just like a cuddly blanket.
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Joe is A GAY!!!
...Soulja!
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