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ahhhh..the wonder of s.s.r.i.'s
Are you a worthless bitch, looking for an itch, stuck in a ditch, can’t reach the switch, only way out is a hitch, and this all started with a witch, who smacks all your hoes, and a nose that seldom grows, it’s cold outside, amidst all her fury, with whips and chains, that are quite dreary, with a sly look from, Timothy Leary, you become, feverishly weary, unaware of your cancerous bore, this is not old lore, it’s straight from the core, in which this churns, you’ve done all your turns, and suffered many burns, through thickest of urns, it’s on its way, I need a lay, this is not my holiday, which came from stars, it might be far, I can’t see through this tar, which blackens my mind, did you cross the line, through the sands of time, or show up late, on an unexpected date, against all fate, you breech the gate, which toppled slowly, my name is Jeremy Foley, I am un holy, through which it passes, over gases, and under lashes, the midnight bashes, I think too much, without my lunch, I’m hollow inside, I’ll let it slide, though next you should confide, in my endless chatter, which bruises and batters, and strikes down ladders, while confusing mad hatters, the song comes back, what do I lack, to get off my back, I’ don’t smoke crack, or eat swirled rye, I’ll never say goodbye, with tears that stay dry, I know you’ll try, to hold this down, do you ever frown, or get out of town, only while the sky is brown, you lack potential, though quite circumstantial, sheets of icy rain, now numb your pain, better stay in the lane, or suffer the consequences, that bring many pence’s, and wash several fences, show me where that dent is, oh it’s in your head, you lie down for bed, and all you see is red , the cat’s been fed, don’t eat the lead, you might end up dead, and that would be uncool, let me wipe up your drool, as I spin on this stool, and look like a fool, my mind is a tool, keenly precise, like a roll of the dice, or cats chasing mice, is he too nice, Asians eat rice, I sit now curled, my toes unfurled, as slut whore of the world.
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01-27-2003, 06:21 AM
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You are sooo talented. What are ssri's though?
ahhhh..the wonder of s.s.r.i.'s
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