Annoying laugh voice. Questions. Crumbs. Raising voices at the wrong time. Colour is not always good. Scared to death. Born to overkill. Ive finished. Grinding teeth. 99.999999999% vapour. groan. Fear of the bull. stutter. Writing things wrong on purpose. No body, head on legs with mad arms. High pitched emmition. Nail file phobia.Scales in hand. Underfoot also. Annoying grass noise. Not a cultchie.Sunday. Chat room hype.Friday Note. Scars of filth. Not a home. But a garden. Love song. Chason triste. Assess my mind. Quick job. Climate song check. Seems to work. Thought process. Processed thoughts. Orange Hair. I really need a drink? Amnest. That women I loved. And the other. No one to rely on. Plastic air. By the way these are not supposed to sound like song titles. But they do. Ive nothing to wear. Give a fuck? Most definitely. I want to love/to be loved*. Pretty painted shell. Most of the time your happy, you are a weirdo. Wet clothing. Yeah. I am the chief. I am? I am so sorry for not remembering my capo. That's quite alright. Can I keep this going. Dont bother testing me............................
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