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i feel completely rotten, skin to core. the blame belongs to no one but myself. I treat myself like shit, i treat other people like shit, and in turn i am a heap. i'd apologize for the smell except im pretty sure im surrounded by shiiiet most of the time anyways. it's refreshing when someone flushes, but most aren't so courteous. the breakdown is imperative to digestion, but seems to happen at the most inappropriate times. ive been noticing my weird infatuations have left me wondering why i bother in the first place. But then i remember its only to keep myself amused. im piling it on. there is nothing i can do. god forbid this boo-boo ever hit the fan. the clean-up would require barney on repeat for a good 24 tracks. fuck that. for those who don't deserve it, my apologies. to those who read this, i am even more repentant for my disgusting metaphors. i dont have to sign up for an AIDS chatroom, shop at baby gap, or put anyone in the ground this week. i should shut it. my self contained issues arent anything to write home about.
People who talk in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch-Melvin Udall
People who talk in metaphors oughta shampoo my crotch-Melvin Udall