Food diced seems naive
envy the guest room that my mom cares more
hate the sound of the truck under the house
gladly take a wine angular
I pay in cash if they
I believe in one God Almighty
I wash my hands thoroughly on Sunday
secretly steal cakes
vomiting blood from his nose and I wipe with new wipers go out in uniform
if accompanied by
fuck I enjoy and I hate to ask "why?"
ignore the causes of many things but I well remember the dates so
I express my bell sound only, and is already so
give me a minute and become president
work with cunning
kill you when I want to do that waste away
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