This can only be a sample of what's to come-keeping
In good will gesture crowds color-coded words stand on tiptoe
There's been confidential correspondence going around the office that my
We've already fucked things up so much. I mean, what's
Me Home is killing me. I can't stand to hear
I feel so fucking stupid when I leave this store
Shit sticks to false teeth and your mouth is full
I can't sit here and argue with a room full
The road through youth culture is paved with a familiar
You are fucked. Now go play the part.
They put cloth bags over the heads of those in
Am I just being an asshole or is there something
In Florida forests of our forefathers' day, hunters waited patiently
The hoots, catcalls and capers never stop. Half terrifying and
Now I know where the squares all go, and I'm
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