Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Are You a Guard or a Porn Star? (rock of love)

I know you. Or at least I know your type. You put a lot of stock into facade...of course you have no idea what that means. You are empty. If we met at a bar you would tell me that you enjoy things that you think I'd enjoy. You would be wrong. You have no idea how absurd you look. Yes, I did notice you...the same way I'd notice a clown juggling chainsaws at a funeral. You make me sick.

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