rants and other sh*t
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Last published Fri, Jan 2, 2015
okay so here are some things that just
tick my ticker
press my buttons
get on my nerves
make me cry myself to sleep
give me the urge to claw out my eyes
I mean, if you get what I'm putting down, dawg *throws a gang sign*
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