(This paragraph is shaping up to be PRETTY ODD)
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As you can tell, I am band trash. Just a teen that scares the living shizzle out of itself. I like long walks on the beach and days without g notes, without northern downpours, and days without kids eating soap on musically. I like strangling myself with blinds like my savior, Frank.
No the Oreo-boy, Frank Iero. 
The purple peacock.