matt fromm (march 24 1982 / los angels, ca.)
Fall out. to hell with the line. they need you so bad. but you dont need them. you dont need it. you dont need nothin. do you?
she may be an old woman, but you owe it to your self and you city to barge in front of her. to knock her groceries out of her hand. to say the dreaded c word right to her face. let her know you were there. let them know that lines dont aply to you. let your self know you. cut them off. flip them off. but dont forget to smile and wave afterwards. they'll always forgive you. they'll always let it go. dont fear the reaper.
dont fear the father. dont be afraid to sleep with the mother. even if she is your own.
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