I hurt like a thousand cemetaries stacke d u p 2 heaven, like, fat kids at the lonely lunch table. this is middle school. reactionary, lunch-room-sexual-deviants torment closet math nerds with a fascistic level of disciplinary action. ruthless. vital.
Like homogenized liquid culture we fill viles and apply our chemical reactions two post-post-post-humorist casualties. I remember stuff. Like when my dad told me a
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about lesbians jumping into wells,
it was kinda funny.
like cultural revoloutions,
and Maoist sexual perversions. ruthless. vital.

Saucy
Aggravating.
Spread those cheeeeeeks.
willing.
open mouth.
begging.
toastally hopeless.