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
Don't we thrive on absurdity, always looking for the new,
The hoots, catcalls and capers never stop. Half terrifying and
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