| The Fall |
[24 Feb 2006|04:05am] |
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The Wheels, They Grind |
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Work, work, work.
I wrote this one down it was so choice.
"I will fucking own your face with a shit covered fetus out of my cunt, you bitch"
Wow. Most of the time my job makes me feel like a hall-moniter, but occasionaly I feel awful close to the crazy bin and sexual-deviant house.
44 Days...
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