bitten by ants, i retreat inside and compose an impromptu rant, eventually lapsing into whiteboy rap

[swampwater]

kings and queens in every age have come apart by the spoils of a plastic dilemma, voiced in one single focal point of static and disease, tends to makes listeners nauseous "it's provocative" and so forth just to cover up the random nature, we all can do it too just pick up the tools and let go it spills out and that's the best part and the worst

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[contralto]

Word to your mother.

[cheeze]

i have a pin on my hoodie that says that. *grin*