

corn.I hear the echoes of bagpipes in my head And they tell me its dead.corn.
I wonder if I did it. Ashes ashes we all fall down.
I realize I have fallen One two buckle my shoe.
I wish the vodka were still inside This old man came rolling home.
I need the vomit to come I cant control myself I fuckin hate you
I should get out.
Ring around the roses.
Goosebumps and tightened nipples Devastated and frustrated
Awkward rocking. Shut up shut up Ill fuck you up.
Beads of sweat lay upon fore
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Don't worry... it'll all be over soon
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"Its the eye of the holy serpent mount on which you're standing." "Its a beaut." "No its a mount."
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"I like cats... expecially when their entrails hang from my knife..."
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