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(to the tune of swimming)
(swimming in the swimming hole?
wtf is that song even called?)

drinking, drinking
drinking with my bro
when it is late and i have school
i'll soon regret i knowwww
bailey's
vodka
captain morgan's too
ohh wouldn't it be nice if there were nothing else to do
BUT
(....)
insert your own mmms.
lazy motherfucker.

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you make me so happy.

you knew i have no sense of shame.

are we just rats in a piper's tune
soothed
scrapin for cheese in a maze made to
lose
no i'm not and i won't eat your
food
subdued

dying.dying.dying.
again.
story of my life.

ily.  eely.
wtf name is that.
unfortunate name for such a pretty girl.
good job.
i approve.

the flamer.  hahaha.
oh man.
and.  he doesn't hate you.
neither of us hates the other's!
for once.
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slide over here yeah
talk to a stunna
like what you hear
then we can exchange numbers
or better yet girl i can make ya sweat
ya gotta make ya booty bounce
like ya wrote a bad check

so behind on life.
fuck poetry.
fuck statistical calculations.
fuck roller coasters.

extra traction on radial tires
having sex in the back wrapped in radio wires
self abusive, stuck in a bad place
head full of bruises and a scratched face
i bled profusely
inserting my juices so you can taste me
put my neck in a noose and swung to safety

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i'm not afraid of dying
pieces of me die all the time

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i'm like a butterfly
caught in a hurricane
my heart is quickening
as my heart plays a new refrain
i'm lovin mary jane
flyin with lois lane
on board a bullet train
don't know yet if i'm glad i came

motherfucker.
Since when do I like art?
I want sunday back.
Ginger should be there.
I love ginger.

Friday.  Text d.
I don't especially want to.
He's so lame.
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we hung about the tenderloin
and tenderly you tell about
the saddest book you ever read
that always makes you cry

oh man.  pericarditis sucks.
ouchouchouchouchouch.

"i still think we'll end up together."

"i miss you baby."

"we broke up."

"you're so pretty."

"you probably should get back on the treadmill..."

fuckin a.
i hate my life.

haha.
oh man guys.
i found this saved in my drafts.
i love my drunken entries :

flowers?  for me?
well i do declare mr beauregard.
you are my heeeer-

why, this is absolutely ludacris.
it is midnight on friday and i'm home.
i do declare mr beauregard.
this is a travesty.

at least i'm drunk.
oh man.
i love this movie.
charlotte - oh man!
is this our movie or what.

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