Whoops. Nearly forgot. You need som Assfactor 4 after all of that.
Sorry for spamming. Over to Dorothy: well, that didn't work but it's around 11:50.
I've gone to far, timestamp failure. Jesus I'm aging.
Dorothy lyrics:
To be ok with it any more, and not hopelessly clicking heels is alright.
not wondering in and out of bars with f***ers saying I'm confused.
I don't have to f***ign account for more than one thing on my mind and someone elses idea of being "confused" made me the luckiest kid in the god damn state
Dear Grandpa is a lyrical favourite: "What they told me in their smoke signals - I just coughed" and "My mind's made up, I can't decide."
"f*** hate breeders" is an absolute marvel:
How can you live your life with hate as its base with silly anthems of the numb? your existence is spineless your heart is pathetic, your nothing without love. You knew for all this shit about responsibility that you float. above on bubbles made of cellophane you deserve all of the boredom you can spread on a bagel and shove it up your ass.
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Yes, I'm fifteen one when I listen to the music that will be with me all my life. Not sorry for that. But I apologise for spamming. Especially if no-one doesn't find a trace of something that made something tingle and got them to search for more.