You who think you're worldly,
not made for the kitchen sink.
Flexing muscles to keep you tight,
till you cock that weapon,
cock it tight!
Politicking like Bill in heat
till he knows that bird will sing -
What a pink lascivious thing!
look at how much mileage you guys are gettring with my perversions and sadness, my mind's a goldmine. No, you freakin hobo, I'm not hearing voices—they are trying to communicate with me through youtube, and websightes, and naughty ones, im not too sure what to do when i get riled up huah hauh hauh hauh hauh hauh hauh hahuh ahuh hauh hauh hauh hauh ahuh hahuh hauh hauh hauh hahuh
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this should set me back a century or two.
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