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i cant hear you but then again do i want to? no i dont so i'll turn this stereo up and drown you out i don't want to listen to you anymore i'm sick of your lame excuses and lies and whatnot and its not worth my worthless time. time wasted on you is like time wasted staring at a dead bug because thats pretty much all you are and it doesnt really matter anymore. or does it? we'll never know or i'll never know or you'll never know or she'll never know or he'll never know or they'll never know but thats not the point the point is simply that it is unknown. stuck at the intersection blinking lights and honking horns and i cant take it anymore and then the sirens come and i'm watching the MURDERXSCENE where blue and red and black and white collide at the amerikan interstate and im lost now. road blocks and writers block and artists dawriong the scene. it seems harmless enough but the CRIMEXSCENE is more than it appears. it's not just the blood and violence for the masses its more than that. DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IS LOVE. beat her beat him wifebeaters are more than just a shirt. i know i fight for womens rights but others fight women. i cant help that. i try but the MURDERXSCENE is bold and dark red and brown and now its UNDERGROUND far away from eyes and he is far away from his loved ones that he never loved to begin with. classical music is good for your mind body and soul.