diggin up bones
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- brains
I gotta flat chest, and a head like a rats nest, not to mention that I'm harder than a math test. Bakin' lying face down, naked from the waist down, and after that I'll go back and burn your place down. Take c's from your handy snack, then I'll call your granny back, I've got a great big wad of cash in my fanny pack. The flat bus broken, angeldust smokin'.. man with the handcuffs on..
just jokin'. I describe myself as a half decent sax player, amateur coin collector, john q tax payer. Shy around girls with my face all scarred, the only thing in my wallet is a baseball card. I live in the city, but I miss farming life, all I need to survive is my swiss army knife. The story of my childhood is bad luck and crisis, born in the year of the rat, and I'm a piecies, which makes me a rat fish, so I'm gonna need someone to tie my shoes and spoonfeed me.
- skt0
Is that a true story?
- brains0
effin a it is..
- paraselene0
noice.
- brains0
can't wait till the day when I ride around in rocket cars, wear short sleeve shirts, and all I eat is chocolate bars. Take my place for granted and assume the position on top of the heap because soon the tradition of winning the game with one swing of the bat, will forever be a thing of the past.
If I be myself I'll be by myself, and I don't want to be remembered by the way I've been rendered.
- brains0
no I don't. know I don't know. no I don't.
- kveldulfr_fou0
uhwhat