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Throw caution to the wind. I embody sin while your probably copying things from other beings. I’m looking at this empty bottle of gin. I’m feeling the feeling to start ripping body limbs from bottom up, get fucked, better fuck fore I stop cause I’m stopping above the dick. Bitch whore or should I say whore bitch. Fuck bitches I’m fucking done with them bitches. Bring more bitches. Gun in hand, take another shot of vodka and unload multiple clips into these bitches. Making you sick is it? I’m a motherfuckingthrow away piece of shit nitwit. I would come to fuck a nun in London but some bitch just pissed in my fucking visage and I need to get my fucking vision back quicker than Id cum in London. Wait I’m not done. Who would’ve expected me to grip ecstasy sitting next to Christopher reeves. I’m sick or busy boss- I forgot- I can’t come into work. I was watching hot bitches twerk and had a fucking twitching urge to fricking burst! Awestruck with sudden luck. Like not being fucking stupid. Cause- I see y’all thriving out there. While I’m just trying to survive in here. Cooped up in this motherfucking booth having to poop in cups. The fuck? And dealing with hearing these cocksucking faggots stupid fucking opinions that don’t fucking count for shit. Don’t hold account to a bitch. A bitch won’t amount to shit. But you will as long as you stand proud- not still. Grow to the fucking ceiling. People will finally want to be stealing your life instead of you seeking to be them. Fuck them. Turn the tables. Fuck being a throw away be a motherfucking fable. You are able. So stop cleaning other peoples stables and fucking halt the labelers