give me a revolution any day why stop the madness it only increases itself I read the online dribble and it hurt hurt bad more of that crap with flowers and pretensions so large as to cover the sky in pink and mad blues cotton candy fluff to rot our teeth mothe
Holy fuck-shitdog...is right. I remember it well. After my first year, home became a nice place to visit, but I needed to live somewhere else. Good luck. Oh, the thing for older men. Hit on the guy...I promise, it'll make his day.
hey mr. reporter man mr. usc journalism degree mr. L.A. Times you’re gonna to do a story write a piece on the poor on that fucking old project where the gangsters criminals and poor homies do their nastiness you want me the big white man that everyone fears to walk you around the
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