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peoples perilous pitfalls teach temper tantrums these dim Eyes for example Am him ridging riding the edge building a bombshelter whilst living in a shed the address is unknown to those i chose to say it is hiding alone no sign of any other kids Rupturing I am Faintly I grin Amazingly Appreciative of this life and the opportunity to live although When people take and take and take take take you for a sucker you must have a sign saying i am that sucker that mother i mean father who made me the son of a computer hacking software cracking trucker So i drive me crazy in circles Rupturing as I've been Faintly I grin Amazingly Appreciative of all my father did to make me who I am him ridging riding the ledge of profanity cramming tiny bits of me into a pie knowing you only see the center of the whole and the layers go deep I cut onions for a living cry often deep softening me to these waterfalls of discouragement for as i can no longer see any clearer I am afraid to type sparks and smoke firework out from a tear that parachutes between W E on his PC him ridging her on a yacht sucking down her bottle of whatever she is into nowadays as him is I unsuffice by this device that beats life toward one life sharing common interests I knife and slice and dice these onions sleeping sound squeezing on to my empty bag of funyuns |
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"and the layers go deep
I cut onions for a living cry often deep" Very poignant Sweet ((J)) ![]() |
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peoples perilous pitfalls teach temper tantrums these dim Eyes for example Am him ridging riding the edge building a bombshelter whilst living in a shed the address is unknown to those i chose to say it is hiding alone no sign of any other kids Rupturing I am Faintly I grin Amazingly Appreciative of this life and the opportunity to live although When people take and take and take take take you for a sucker you must have a sign saying i am that sucker that mother i mean father who made me the son of a computer hacking software cracking trucker So i drive me crazy in circles Rupturing as I've been Faintly I grin Amazingly Appreciative of all my father did to make me who I am him ridging riding the ledge of profanity cramming tiny bits of me into a pie knowing you only see the center of the whole and the layers go deep I cut onions for a living cry often deep softening me to these waterfalls of discouragement for as i can no longer see any clearer I am afraid to type sparks and smoke firework out from a tear that parachutes between W E on his PC him ridging her on a yacht sucking down her bottle of whatever she is into nowadays as him is I unsuffice by this device that beats life toward one life sharing common interests I knife and slice and dice these onions sleeping sound squeezing on to my empty bag of funyuns ![]() |
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wow!!
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![]() jimmy |
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Wow (((J))) you made me cry
![]() What an amazing way with words and emotions you have!! ![]() ![]() |
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