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Weekend of Doom.

Missions to far away lands for a bit of that Mindless Self Indulgence rhythm that has all the kids shaking and movin'.
Intoxicated dance moves and random kisses, torn coat and a kick ass fucking show.

MSI FUCKS YOUR EYES IN.

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Triple threat of hotel rooms and some of my favorite freaks with much, too much booze...
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Open this up with whatever resides.
Close this off with lyrics pre-quoted. Then delete them.
Expected is nothing that follows besides that.

Point sight at ideals, past ideals, current ideals.
Anything concerning anything that I could possibly have an opinion on and question it.

I've never been more comfortable with myself, and for some reason it's the scariest thing.

I look back and no longer...
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You can't let them know I talk to you.
You know how it is.
They're starting to treat me like an equal.

Keep your intent to yourself, to let them know would scar your sincerity.
Now you have a child, a floating bubble of an idea, and that means expectations.

For others to have expectations of you makes you a predicament.

One of these days...
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say hello to provmatic.
lil somethin' called a b-day present.
shower him with loving the 3rd.

What is this horrible pulsating stink covered fuck shell that encapsulates me?

You spend too much time in front of the fucking mirror!

I'm really depressed Tom, I want you to feel really depressed too..
"When you do something that can even touch the ideal that you've reserved for me, then you can fucking criticize me, then you can fucking SPEAK to me, until then...
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Let's make this the point where I regain hope.
Let's make this the point where I delude myself.

Make everything grand scheme. Make everything silken tents. Every instance surrounds me just waiting to be yanked off stage.

Fuck what I believe in. Fuck who you are.
I make myself an animal, so I don't recognize who I am when I wake up.

someone fucked up the order.
it was supposed to be work, school, sleep, work, school.
marked across the calendar forever in a spiral.
what do I see in this age old optical illusion?
beside the dirt under my nails, and the empty beer bottles
around me. the quiet hum of computer fans, and the bed behind me, calling out to me, in the early evening....
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last night I helped a midget pick out midget porn.

Random bursts brought to by the alternating drinks.
Best friends Sierra Nevada and Italian Roast.
Round of applause please.
Now be seated.

Don't Panic!
But a Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy movie!?

Teaser witnessed just prior to having my ass kicked into four by The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou. Packed theater thankfully the braindead, off to see Meet The Fockers, making damn well sure...
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