When does life start to matter?

for those who never get the chance
they show up to the party but they're never asked to dance
the losers
the liars
the bastards
the thieves
the cynicists
the pessimists
and those that don't believe in nothing

i never met a loser that i didn't see eye to eye with
i declare
i stare into your eyes but you look right past me into the air
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First I'm going to stack my flow
Then I'm going to stack some more
Close shop then I do my count
Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house
Get fresh and jump in one of them cars
Hit the club and get one of them broads
It's a wrap we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kicking her out

Suicide Machines = Good Times

Finally.

You are not special.
You are a not a beautiful or unique snowflake.
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
We are all part of the same compost heap.

Internet go bye bye.

It's Monday and i'm still sore from a show on Friday. What's that about?

I can die happy now. Ive seen Pennywise in a somewhat small venue. Good times.

Billy Fangs: i told a customer that i lost my gum in the meatballs
PDrublik: haha

Next time, do it right.