Tuesday, February 08, 2011

How fake and fucked everything on my hand is.
Head-butting bastard, left me with a chuxed face and masticated potato
Perhaps I'll just please myself on this here bed
Until you drag me away and declare me decrepit
Tell Sue how shit I've been
How dizzy I fall when I forget to eat those sweet-treats
Dream of drugs and cunted up faces.

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