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I hate bright, sunny, pastel days.....Black, ferocious thunderstorms are the perfect weather for me...Especially at night.....Ahhh, I love it here:)
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If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit
My Karma ran over my Dogma
God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him
I'm suffocating in what's become of me...
The rancid remains of what I used to be
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