there's three sides to every coin

collared greens, white-collared fiends

psychopath, bicycle path

i'm not the brightest book in the library

i don't remember how many people dug their porcelain little fingers into my tender flesh only to snatch my pulsing apparatus and crush it in front of my weary spectacles, leaving my gaping abdomen to weap until i move on to the next

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don't fuck with me, don't fuck without me

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