...and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards bethlehem to steal your lunch money? that's me jerks!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
i have to tell you something...
you really are awful.
no.
seriously.
what's with that ginourmous flower in your hair?
is it a clever diversion to divert the average passer by?
to divert them from the ugliness that lives inside of you?
i have you sussed.
you are contemptible with your airs.
telling that old geezer how cool you are.
how much cooler you are than the rest.
please.
I despise you.
wow! I feel so much better now that I've gotten that off of my chest.
hell, my headache has even gone away.
—the bastard
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