Yes, thats right, another 60 seconds of weird. Instead of streaming words at you really quickly that make no sense, Im going to impressively end this quickly with just one statement. Sometimes life is a full box of fags, perfectly encased in plastic, so nice that you'd dream about them and drool. Sometimes though, its a tipped up ashtray all over your pants with 20 fag butts in it.
No need to applaud, though I am bowing.
1 minute of weirdness
I don't know.
And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore.
"Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.
Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.
Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.
Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in this minute... Squawk.
And what I don't want to know I dont know anymore.
"Moving on, Moving on, Moving on" like a bad song stuck in my head at this stage.
Lost count of all the things that I wasnt supposed to do that weren't my fault.
Like "see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" Doesnt stop the evil, it just stops it effecting you.
Or something. Or something. Good name for a rock opera. Ten seconds left in this minute... Squawk.
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