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Post by thefleetsin on Aug 21, 2018 1:30:07 GMT
(wait a second) those thugs are headed to that soup kitchen
in my day if you had time to spare and you didn't want to end up both ignorant and stupid we volunteered for the less fortunate in society.
silly me, all i needed was a glock and a crack-filled brain. to be on the gravy train to a seemingly endless refrain of tupac's version of singing in the rain.
sjw 08/20/18 inspired at this very moment in time by no one can even come close to figuring out why all this is happening.
from the 'binge series' of poems
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