You chose, knee on, ink’ because it was bright, like flies attracted to the light. Can’t generate your own Tom, Eddie, son, I birthed you by accident just trying to change the nation.
Invested in the wrong chump, J.P. Morgan could have picked a better one. Tesla waited in his grave for the glory Elon won.
Hanging with the petty people, rep-petty people, copy after copy people. Skip the Coffee People, “I take caffeine pills with my Adderall,” psilocybin, mourning, spent that dough, insurance, “Life’s Too Short, gotta cop something, irreplaceable,” trading in the creased pair for the younger one, replaceable, Tam, Dick, and Jerry. Stud? Hanging my coat on them. Thanks for your services. On the Wall. Carnations.
When did making jokes stop being called, processing? Becoming more of an issue than Wars and Famine. When did we decide to assume the worst? Blowing our proverbial cannon. Verbal diarrhea, revealing your emotional baggage. Cerebral, creating problems, because you have none.
35. Average Age of Death. Save Our Transgender Children! Check your statistics. Which categories did you overcome? Looks to be that you are still stuck in the dumb_bitch one. Never growing old isn’t never growing up. You don’t get the power if you don’t Billy up.
Hook. Not Sandy. Uvalde. Boulder. Look, Ruger. It’s one shot. We aren’t in Parkland. It’s not an Aurora. Living in your lies is pulling you in deeper. Hades, be of service to the people.
It’s my reign. I’ve got dinner on, and I’m watching this game. The King is taking his time getting changed. Knows, it’s going to be a Hot Girl Supper. These bitches be wasting my time. Judas, it’s your last supper.
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