I like my fetus smelling like a god today...by the way... you forgot to tell me that all will be lost an well. Your fortune has chosen your angel in your name...All Jesus says will never be the same...And Me and my ego the other day left for hell. But glad you came.
A rolling rock tumbles into my lap. The grass grow green an long... Gentle giant pollen spores remind me, as on soldier's shoulder they tap.
But to me these dreams could never lie...but always be wrong.
A name a name used for fame. Lost in time, a face could just as easily represent an entire race...But god we hope that we are not the same case...tell me your name...for your spilled blood I ll take the blame if only it eases your pain...slow the tears from your fearing eyes. Take away your telling lies.
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CHUCK!!!! I miss you!
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