what.

scarecrow SKELETAIN

the fires of hell burn to light up the heavens

him him him house

naïve optimism to be cured shortly by reality

you better hang on to yourself

my happy little ebening boy

i HATE having a cloaca

bolognese

oh, but the game is never over, now, is it?

something is going to happen today

holy brev

180 parts per bitch

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whee

all my yesterdays are a while ago

you can’t convince me that 2011 was a real year, you just can’t

sometimes things are not gr8, just gr7

he

ferry cool