spend my time in the library,
making pretend fart noises
For the scrapings up
And the coughings up
Where I was sticking my tongue out at something
Return to the parking lot
Of the gross war kings,
the deer bloodied ass-hats
„I wish I could come back“
Terrible French Accent
I chose the wrong America
And now I live jelly roll dead
and everything is mostly like this:
how faggots jump in my throat,
"a fun or hilarious time"
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