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[flowermarket]

tomorrow school.



Dear sir,
our cunts are as red as our crying eyes

and why why, why dont you teach me how to have shame?
being with you makes me feel like i gotta have shame, and if i do something wrong well,
then there will be someone to blame.

Dear sir, our cunts are as red as our crying eyes.

educate me, uneducated animal, make me fit and part of the frame

EDUCATE ME, you uneducated animal, if i had other things to think about i wouldnt be writing this right now, i'd be with you in school and with those smart people talkin bout ghandi and the Iraq war
instead of sitting here mulling over my soul, fucking fool

dear sir

teach me

and my cunt is as red as my crying eyes

i keep on here, just scanning the skies
for something missing inside
for some kind of sign, why
some sort of signal, why

some sort of reason and purpose and design why

its all just as red as my crying eyes