[absinthe makes the heart grow fonder: sweet dreams are made of these]

[schwing_sparkle]

[We're sitting on blacktop under an overcast sky. You lean against a telephone pole upon your soap box of gravel, shattered glass, and wooden splinters. I sit across from you and your guitars on the curb of an empty street, an empty scene, an empty reality

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[chantyourmantra]

THE GUY FROM FALL OUT BOY WHO WANTS TO SHOW YOU HIS PENISSSSS