(Clouds part, and divine sounds descend. Light shines into the room, and there came a voice.)
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Remember that bitch? You know, that one that was single, and had tits?
Holy shit I’m pissed.
Where the fuck!? I spilled my fuckin fuck, all over the fuck!
God damnit!
Fuck!
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She’s a nice person. She has nice ass. She’s pissed when I be an ass. I don’t give a fuck!
This house is as dirty as fuck! Somebody clean that shit up!
What the fuck!?
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I’d like two cheese burgers, and biggey fries, and give me some of that pepsi shit, that fuckin pepsi shit.
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I had a vision
Of a stalion named peace
Who ran wildly in many directions
In a medow far away from humanity.
God, piss off, I’m trying to have a spiritual moment here, go blow your cross.
Anyways, that’s ADHA, or some shit like that.
I think I’ll strip-mine this valley, watch her strip,
Clear-cut my foreskin and my brazian rain-forests,
Then I’ll try not to ask a simple fucking question:
“What is the meaning of life?”
Because wow, we’ve got A-Bombs but we don’t got that one yet.
I think it may take some kind of shit, to do it.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Fuck you short and fuck you tall,
Fuck you individuality and fuck you all,
Lift me up and make me fall:
Life:
A disease built upon a disease.
Consuming and being consumed.
Dieing and causing ones to die.
I’ll puke on your sexy ass.
What the fuck!?>
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