And it's night time, too!
It's so hot, my bleeding lip balm has melted! It's more like lip goopey stuff in a little plastic tin now!
So many wild dogs here! So yellow! And wild! Like my soul!
My uncle is a smoker but he has a kid, so he doesn't smoke inside the house, instead, he carries around a ciggy all over the place. And sometimes, he puts it in his mouth (unlit) and sometimes he ashes it (no point). Oh crazy people in our midst, how so precious?
These people have never heard of MCR! but MCR is the stuff of the gods! The stuff dreams are made up of! Spun gold and blood diamonds! It is inconceivable that anyone could live without the glory that is Gerard Way! What of Ray Toro's glorious afro! What of Frankie's general all round tiny gloriousocity! What of Mikey Way and his patented dead fish stare of doom! Why must you break my heart like this, crazy people in our midst?
This calls for action! I will take it upon myself to undertake this Herculean task of educating these poor misguided souls to the love of GOD.
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