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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Our Song?

I want to stick pins in your eyes
I pray you get a rectal rash
I hope your visa declined
Your children are blind
Get broke and have to porn for cash
Become epileptic and violently shake
Find out that you were conceived by accident
Fall out of a roller coaster
Take a warm bath with a plugged in toaster
In short
I really hope you die :D

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