Sunday, February 9, 2014

The flavor of my mind is Cheese

I fail work cause I am the problem no one knows.  I am the unmentionable aggressor in two modes.  I can ask myself what to say and the answer is poem:

A fucking bigot narcs herself testing her trees with trees
Tri way over the troubles.

I gassed with nothing to say.

Wookie.





Ofucking nerd draws herself sick rude baby woman life band

I word.

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