Siamese twins joined at the chemical imbalance

May 16, 2004 02:14

Yeah you make me smile. I might puke.
Eat right. Exercise. File annulments. Abuse children. You seem like a happy person to me.
Never leave the hospital. It's a safe place. Not lyrics. Not poetry. Not thoughts. Not bloody placenta. These words English fecal soup say care not.

Send me back,
Hand Jackey
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