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i stop.
i pray in the time so priceless minus paranoia.
sleep walk on water and hell's fire too,
the ocean sings a sirens song, but not with another truth,
and not with another care in the world.
it sings a scream, the devil's tune,
while stuck in your honey, the sea just slips on down
sting the bees, with the insects sung, loud, and paralyzing,
the monster i feed just to lure you.
to lure you into my arms.
this took me 5 minutes to write.
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anywho. mike isnt going shopping. he grandpa is dying and he feels like ass. well, he DID feel like ass, but he smoked "a joint laced with KJ."
oh! did anyone watch south park last? stan was a fucking goth, rofl. it was hi-larious.