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We’ve got all the things, just wait.
They need villains, we just want your money.
Somebody stepped in poo when they took off their shoe. Guess who? It was you. Everything in Australia wants to kill you.
I’m not presumptuous enough to tell people how they should live, but I’ve got opinions a plenty on how they all should die.
We’ve got all the things, just wait.
Eating trash piling on the back of eating trash piling on the back. It’s Possums all the way down.
In Rodentia, spent your money on the love of feeling almost like enough. It’s a tough racket though, just keeping up. Day after day after day after day. It’s no wonder no one likes you, look at where we live.
Is it judgmental to say you’re all the absolute worst?
You culture vultures feed on the roadkill and rodents. When will you notice it’s possums all the way down?
What’s a little nuclear fall out between friends, meritocracy hives, murder WASPs and busy bees? What’s a little undercover between lovers? Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but do you trust their genitals?
Is it judgmental to say you’re all the absolute worst?
You culture vultures feed on the roadkill and rodents. When will you notice it’s possums all the way down?
It’s possums, it’s possums all the way down.
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Never give up! Never give up! Never never never never never give up! Unless it’s what you want to do, then do it. Naysayers be damned. They always say nay! Don’t be afraid. No, don’t be afraid. People say what people say but only cause they all listen to what people say. If you wanna quit then just go for it. You’ll only fail if you never try.
“Brrrrrahpahdahpahdahp” That’s you.
“Brrrrrahpahdahpah” That’s what you sound like.
“Dum dwee dum dum dum dwee dow dwee” That’s you.
“Dum wee dum dum” is what you sound like.
Unwind and feel fine
Cause we’re all gonna die. Thank Fuck! We’re all gonna die. Hallelujah.
I’ve gotta a plus one for a dinner date in Hell and no one here to share it with. The shame.
Only the lonely dine alone in purgatory, yet here I am in flames and eating by myself. Never trigger fight or flight response in a flightless bird. They never lost the bloodlust. You’re never gonna get buttermilk that way, not from these uncultured swine.
“Brrrrrahpahdahpahdahp” That’s you.
“Brrrrrahpahdahpah” That’s what you sound like.
“Dum dwee dum dum dum dwee dow dwee” That’s you.
“Dum wee dum dum” is what you sound like.
Unwind and feel fine
Cause we’re all gonna die. Thank Fuck! We’re all gonna die. Hallelujah.
Sending prayers won’t help reduce despair but will save on postage if you’re on a budget. Writing epitaphs for the exposure won’t ever cover your funeral expenses.
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Expressly unexpressed in pain staking detail, each thought more poignantly vague and redundant than the next. You say Just. I say…
Seismic, of the times, and unstoppable, Shame, it’s such a shame. But the real tyranny is the friends we’ve made along the way. Shame.
We should be ashamed
In the event of a nuclear attack the ministry recommends everything but acceptance. We’d change our stance, but it only matters when it really doesn’t matter because it’s
Seismic, of the times, and unstoppable, Shame, it’s such a shame. But the real tyranny is the friends we’ve made along the way. Shame. Seismic, of the times, and unstoppable, Shame, it’s such a shame. And the real tyranny is the friends we’ve made with shame.
We should be ashamed.
An ideology based on loudly not understanding things. A philosophical conundrum by intent and flawless in it’s design yet useless by even the kindest metrics.
We ashamed be ashamed
Shame on you
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The wisdom in your aphorism belies the absurdity of the notion that you have the faintest idea of anything beyond the process of devotion. Yet still you talk, and still you write. Just like an unsharpened pencil, all potential but no point. But wait a minute…who’s opinion is this, yours or mine? It’s so hard for me to keep that straight line of all the things that I’ve forgotten in time.
Anyways, here’s a comprehensive list of everything I know for Bob Petrosino.
The first word was a bad idea, but who was there to say so?
So much effort for results that keep getting graded on a curve. The line between optimism and self deception is absolutely our favorite thing to blur. A staggering truth in this modern day softened by filters. Life has always been trying to kill us, and they say that it’s where growth is, but I’m no longer sure what team we are on. This can’t be evolution, can it? Something has gone horribly wrong.
Anyways, here’s a comprehensive list of everything I know for Bob Petrosino.
The first word was a bad idea, but who was there to say so?
Ah well, in the landfills the garbage of our throw away culture will outlast us all, and I think that says it best, you know? Ah well, in the landfills our legacy will grow, you know?
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Statistically speaking, I’m probably a Boltzmann brain and you’re all just figments of particles arranged in a specific highly improbable way. All soon to fade into the vacuum of space.
It can’t happen soon enough. How can an instant take so long?
So much for wishfull thinking. Shit in one hand wish in the other, right? Is this awareness or hallucination?
Hypothetically speaking, could you imagine reason into existence? Instantaneous fact from fiction.
Conclude delusion and you prove without a question your inability to come to that conclusion.
I’m still here so I guess that was wrong.
I’m wrong.
I was wrong.
Tell Mike Ness I said “I was wrong.” We’ve never met, so I doubt he gets it.
So much for wishfull thinking. Shit in one hand wish in the other, right? Is this awareness or hallucination?
Should have never got my hopes up. Thanks a lot Matt O’Dowd…fucker.
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Antinatalist Outfitters
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The music is bad and you should feel bad. It’s posted on the door, No Shirt No Shoes No Service. We want it the right way, but pajama pants and judgments prove that classless is a perspective of class in opinions at the local Walmart.
The great experiment. Are we civilized enough for rolled back prices, or just keeping up appearances?
Everyone always seems to know everything, but I don’t know them that well.
But can you ever really know somebody?
Precious are the universes formed inside the minds of eyes that stay awake. Careful not to rattle them or they may lose their luster as they fall away and break.
The music is bad and you should bad about it.
The music is bad and you should feel bad.
Can you ever really know somebody.
The music is bad and you should bad about it.
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