finding it harder and harder to breathe with all these words in my mouth so i find much easier to spit them at you. i'm running low on peptno, and all of these thoughts spinning my head make my stomach hurt so i get them out in my spew. you're covered with vomit and spit, but don't worry it's all the same old shit because nothing is new in a world where you don't kill your own food and you're cosumed by your tube coming to find we're all just yesterday's news... but it's fine. so you're crossing your t's and dotting your i's watching your p's and q's there's no surprise, it's all just the same and it's all just so lame so let's all find a new way to live and just die.
have a nice day, you can't recycle when you're the pollution....
have a nice day, you can't recycle when you're the pollution....
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if love could develop through machinery and words, then i would be in love with you...for i am already in lust....
[Edited on Feb 01, 2005 3:35PM]