Flourescent lights ain't nothing but tricks n hoes! I hate those flickering bastards.

my eyes are burning and my skin is itching to be stabbed a thousand times over with a mechanic pulsating needle all coverd in ink and blood and germs. to etch out artists art.
tra la la
the funk attack

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i'm so bored.
i wonder if this is how God felt before he set to creation. like when he tired of his paddle ball.