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I taste like Alcohol.
Heh. Heh. I taste like beer. I like beer. Buy me a beer. I'm not drunk, I can drink plenty without... What was I saying? Beer. What Flavour Are You?
Eh eh eh eh, magical. Half Baked Cielo and a Tutu Bird. Last week was hectic. Everything seemed like an overrated bravado clicked out the remnants of so called old friends. People were painting the walls with their true colors, showing who they really are. Some impressive, some sadly ticking my clock. But you'll know who your friends really are when you're stuck in a deep pile of shit that came from lower hell. Then they appear from the depths of the human heart. Like angels. The world is a sad place. First they try to friend you then they lie to you. It's unfair that things came the way they came. But they came. Unnoticed.
People ask how far is heaven? I've already found a piece of mine. Now it's in trouble. And I will venture to the deepest of hell to let them take it away from me. Eh eh eh. Sorry to blabber folks. Once you dance with the devil, dance till the music stops.