When two men fight physically, one loses, and it doesn't matter anymore his anger, drive or will, because his head is getting bashed in, and his brain can't respond anymore, and his eyes still stare ahead
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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