Everyone is dead homie, if anyone’s looking, these are just memories, a place that used to be, a witness to the world around him, a collectible in a jar, the river flowed, and I moved on, and by the way, I''m gay, I just happen to love goth pussy, and I''m only attracted to straight men, weird thing to say, but that’s where I am, magic in the air, the next thing must happen, where will I be, when I wake up in the morning, one thing''s for sure, I''ll probably be looking for food and problems…


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