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I can say that because I have bourgeois swag.
reagan = satan.
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak
arms spaghetti
there’s vomit on spaghetti already
mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm spaghetti
to drop bombs
but he keeps on spaghetti
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Murs and Aes
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“And maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin’ on, but just cause I’m insane don’t mean that I’m wrong. Now that you’re gone I can’t sleep at night, I barely even function right. My memories on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry. Miss the companionship I once took for granted. The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished, but I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle. There’s so much world to see, so, fly free my angel. I’m dying without you, but it’s teaching me to live. Heaven ain’t something someone else can give - it’s all inside of me.” — Eyedea (via atmosphereyo)
This is the material, by the way, that has kept me virtually anonymous in America for the past 15 years. Gee, I wonder why we’re hated the world over? Look at these fat Americans in the front row - ‘Why doesn’t he just hit fruit with a hammer?’ Folks, I could have done that, walked around being a millionaire and franchising myself but no, I had to have this weird thing about trying to illuminate the collective unconscious and help humanity.” ― Bill Hicks
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Meanwhile, in France…., #11
