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It has reached this point.
If you put a trash can on the porch, I'm going to have someone photograph your chin up bar being used as a sex swing.
...And also get my dirty footprints all over the fucking wall.
My rage has to go somewhere, and all I write is love poetry.
If you put a trash can on the porch, I'm going to have someone photograph your chin up bar being used as a sex swing.
...And also get my dirty footprints all over the fucking wall.
My rage has to go somewhere, and all I write is love poetry.