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Don't drink the milk, [it's spoiled]
[Don't breathe] the air, it's spoiled
And don't [step on] the grass, Sam, it's spoiled
In the red red acid rain
And in and out (of our remains) - spoiled
I'm once removed, I'm twice removed
I'm so removed from the pain
So I remain spoiled, spoiled
[Lunachicks]
Interesting change of plans.
Though I still hate people and how they work, I've decided to remain amongst them.
Eventually this high school cloud will pass. I'm sure then I'll change my mind.
For now I'm sticking with the rough stuff.
[I dont know, he convinced me to.]
AND:
(Though it is fairly far away)
August 2.
A wonderous band is coming to El Corazon.
My calendar is marked.
Come with me 8] <3