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Only strange I see is you, motha fucka. Best you go sit in your corner a d wait to be called on, chump.
Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes
Lessons learned then gradually surfacing, Letting go, stripping naked to scream
I am not perfect nor do I strive to be, I am alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns
I'm a retarded, disfigured clown
Dying to be heard through the simple art of letting this heavy wall finally fall
I'm an equal being of no race, or color, a hallucination if you will
Sneaking into the lives of strangers, and letting them fall apart to a new rhythm just to feel better
I sodded the yard first, the raised beds are being assembled as we speak
I demand a update on the plants you killed in those raised flower pots
-------------------- I'M A CULTIVATION PUPPET LEARNING HOW TO GROW ENOUGH WEED TO SUPPORT MY AND ALL MY TRUE FRIENDS HABITS, SO WE NEVER HAVE TO BUY THE STUFF AGAIN AND CAN INVEST ALL THE MONEY WE'RE GOING TO SAVE INTO A WEED GROWING OPERATION ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON.