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"Listen, you fuckers, you screwheads. Here is a man who would not take
it anymore. A man who stood up against the scum, the cunts, the dogs,
the filth, the shit. Here is a man who stood up."
Travis Barker is a phoney. Here lies the original mohawk and badassness: Travis Bickle.
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| Ma belle, sont les mots qui vont tres bien ensemble.
I will say the only words I know that you'll understand.
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| Life is simply a quest for food; food to eat, food for thought, food to trade for better food. All that we do is to get food. Well, being yellow-skinned and all, I come from a family where food is important. Growing taught me to finish my food. It taught me to conserve. There was no such thing as excess. Just, more. You stored it and when you were hungry you went to the fridge. And when you wanted something to dwell on, you read a book. What's different with the heart is it's search for food. The heart is cannibalistic, and feeds on other hearts. The difference is that it's a mutual feeding, and some people just have bigger hearts.
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| Why can't you turn and face me
You fucking disappoint me.
Passive aggressive bullshit
Btw Thaddaeus, it's actually 'Peace up A town down'
You know? like the peace sign upside down kinda makes the shape of an A?
Not as if you care cause you're in fucking Tekong
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| It seems like outer space with no stars in it, cold and blank and pointless.
It seems like the moon is staring down and mocking me.
It's been a long while since rain came and just seems fitting that a cold, mean torrent turns tonight. I love the rain. I love how the cold creeps down my neck. How the air comes alive. How it helps me feel a whole lot better. Most people hate nasty rain like this. But me, I love it. It helps me shake like a junkie. Let's just say my brain clears out when everything isn't just silent.
I don't feel a whole lot of good about myself, but it makes me feel better when everything seems to go slick and slow motion.
It helps me think.
I make me sick. This icy cold front. What the fuck are you even trying to prove gordon? Somewhat like a dandelion. Well, a dandelion self-fertilizes so there's actually no real need for those bright yellow petals. What would you call them? I can't quite reach a term. Subsexuals? Whatever it is, I'm no different. Not saying I can reproduce, it's just the fact that i don't feel entirely honest with the rest of the world about my current state of mind.
I feel like trash.
But I feel much cleaner after the rain.
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