worship the god of beds.
if sundays the day of rest, why cant everyday be sunday?
i guess i'll see you around.
the salt of the earth quickly loses it's taste.
i came in last place in the human race.
headless, friendless.
we all know how the old saying goes
you can't do the waltz without stepping on some toes.
and it goes.
i felt a funeral in my heart.
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