Mr Gorbachev, cut off your balls
Right now I deal with some tough emotions
Peeps wheeling w drops when I got oceans
Write? How; I wrote a million words n more
For God and I still I b forced to b, n implore
That amongst the odd faces in the crowds
Are the greatest gems in the whole ground
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See, like shit dude, are ppl not looking at what I do with my life? It's obviously all about me. I made that meme you all obviously saw today. Obviously. Like, do you people know that's a joke at my own expense; I'm making fun of my past self. I used to think these ripe plods of diatribe would earn me millions, nay! BILLIONS! Thought juggling for $400/day in Las Vegas was possible, and it is, if you're in the right spot at the right time once or twice a year, but that figure I literally retardified outta thin air and believed that's what I was worth. I know I'm only worth $125/day, TOPS, but that's just because it's hard to juggle in the heat and a day IS an hour.
But wait, hang on, God say do a thing. I goddo swordcerer. No seriously, one of the hottest things that emptied my fucking balls hundreds of times is transgender swordplay. Oh god. Kurt Vonnegut; do me dirty! See? There's depth to this shit! Don't see? Don't worry, this hereq academy is totes gunna get you to graduate the third grade and finally understand what that obscure American literature classic, Hatchet, was really about.
Everybody read this book, right? The porcupine represents Gary Paulsen's desire to get sucked up by a blue beam. He did right that, write? I know he wrote the Transall Saga, which shaped my early middle school, which is why I'm recommending this to the illiterate of the audience because it's a really good one.
This song is synchronous. I swear it's a new song, never heard it before, but I know they hid my favorite band Coriolis from me for fifteen fucking years so it would have an impactful moment on me. They program us, y'know. Since Jesus, at least! That's why I like putting things not meant to go in my ass, in my ass!