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By Misti Date: 2004 Apr 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.13.16.07.12752]] |
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bitching at the God of Yahoo you bastard I can't even e-mail my mom from work because Yahoo fucking SUCKS screaming at the God of Marriage you fucker you saw me standing on a mountain telling a lie shivering in a white dress that should have been black like the charcoal I drank in the ER you saw me being a robot and didn't push the necessary buttons tear out the wires and start me over from scratch flipping off the God of Broke el broko my boyfriend gives me quarters and a five I am alive because I have cds and books to sell hell is a bottle of Jack Daniels on an empty stomach water does not fill you up mooning the God of Oh Come On Now YOU come on now, you fucktard nut job I can't come I can't shine I can't sell I can't win I can't beg I can't give in I can only sit on my ass and blame it all on all of you. |