hey fuckfaces,
don't whore your shitty shit all over my blog comments and think you can make it ok by calling me a good writer.
FUCK YOU!
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"there is no beautifier of complexion or form or behaviour like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us" -ralph waldo emerson
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- a textured self
- forget the superego i'm the super it
- four thousand feet and still falling
- half-doubting thomas
- i have a crush on you
- i masturbate and you should too
- invincible summer
- julia's radio
- lost socks need love too
- love and other indoor sports
- on the corner
- pseudo psyence
- spoonman
- the acoustic prophet
- the radio dial
- waving at satellites
what?
uh huh...
really?
hmmm...wow!
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2 comments:
They're advertising Blog Bots, apparently. They can pick up on a newly updated blog, and leave retarded comments.
HA! You've been attacked by corporate America! But now it is on the private sanctuary of your own blog! Sickening! I haven't gotten any yet. I hope I never do.
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