everyday is a new day of concussions, retard away from democracy push the limits of life and suburbia, pull back the revolver as i try to be sober, and pull back the chamber in the revolver another day of russian rootlette, maybe today well be the day ill blow my brains out sub serviant to devils everywhere, fuck they wish just a pinch of impracticully fatality is not a comatose way to livejust lose yourself in the intergrity, buried alive beleive thier a utopia above this and die turning to dust
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