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holy, holy it's easter! it's been 2 years. who knew i'd remember this place. the years of teenage angst are long gone, these spinning days of maturity, it's really just a big game of pretend. right? china just 'blasted' the dalai lama/a sex offender is running in texas/they say it's getting better, but the body count holds steady/the earthquakes and tidal waves, mother nature's gonna fuck us all up. you're texting me, telling me you really wanted to go to D.C. and avoiding is just your way of thinking thinking pacing dreaming, man, you're a jerk off, a liar, a preacher, a perfectionist, a workaholic, an arrogant kid in that old man body; but you're too chicken to tell me no. what have i got that's got you shakin'? fall faster, you must know i'm too weak to walk away. i spend my time shutting up, burying and you? |