Ok so I know I owe everyone an update of my life. I will post one this week, maybe. In the meantime have fun with this game. PS thanks to Sally for the idea
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I am quite possibly myself. You have a nice bladder. You make me want to hurt myself. You should come to work in a clown suit and randomly give ITS'rs lollipops laced with arsenic. Someday I will possibly lose that last shred of vestigial sanity that prevents me from spraypainting myself black and hugging random people as a new kind of nonsensical street performance art. You + me = a veritable disasterpiece when alcohol is involved.
If I saw you now I'd hide behind something while looking for a make-shift weapon (where'd my shiv go?). I want to whisper sweet nothings to someone other than you. I would build a prison complex just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be really f--king loud.
We could exchange mal-tempered madagascar hissing cockroaches (so to speak) under the stars.
Love, Voluntary Outcast
(P.S. I'm sorry... I said that out of anger, it's the caffeine talking.)
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I am quite possibly myself. You have a nice bladder. You make me want to hurt myself. You
should come to work in a clown suit and randomly give ITS'rs lollipops laced with arsenic. Someday I will possibly lose that last shred of vestigial sanity that prevents me from spraypainting myself black and hugging random people as a new kind of nonsensical street performance art. You + me = a veritable disasterpiece when alcohol is involved.
If I saw you now I'd hide behind something while looking for a make-shift weapon (where'd my shiv go?). I want to whisper sweet nothings to someone other than you. I would build a prison complex just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be really f--king loud.
We could exchange mal-tempered madagascar hissing cockroaches (so to speak) under the stars.
Love,
Voluntary Outcast
(P.S. I'm sorry... I said that out of anger, it's the caffeine talking.)
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