Rashes
With all the other shit I have going on in my mind,
I need a rash like I need a fucking hole in my head.
Tehehe
Not that I really care, but it itches, and is over all,
Well,
Annoying.
Itch. Itch. Itch.
Smash!
Destroy-Breathe-Rebuild-Resurrect-Annoint-Detest-Love-Honour-Dismantle-Die and Recycle!
Opps… all apologies, minor vent session, that’s all.
Accountable, acceptable, attributes return with awesome authority and awe-struck normalcy.
1998
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