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it mine as well be a hot dog down a hallway, same thing different circumstances. Apparently flowers are at their best round midday, something i think i may have seen, but could never confirm. I think it all seems the same in the dark anyway, but so many tricks of shadow and luminosity whirl around enough to make any ugly thing feel like pure, un compromised beauty, shit can look like a snickers bar in the right light. and at the end of the night the entirety of the king james should be recited for all the words mean, and pigs should fly through the air with red rockets up their ass for all it matters. Just one more, just another, but hell, only pedophiles and miscreants know how to shit. So do it like you do it, take it how you'll take it. They're just words, and they're just fleeting moments. Great to be a part of, shine like a fagy fucking pond with unicorns and rainbows, maybe he'll take you to a castle in the clouds. Oh how i love it and i love you, but i can't expect you to realize. Its cool. back alley deals are so much easier than honest mom and pop go get um' shops. and the best that i can come up with is somewhere i cant remember. its what i do best, its all i know and its been forever. In the end all the metaphors and proper grammar wouldn't even conceal the shittiest of stories. Just keep silent. sweet mother of god i love you.