I'm gettin' very worried 'bout the outpatient calling on the inpatient's dollar. They're makin' origami for the guy who's pissed off and isn't wearing a collar. My daddy had no shoes on when they knocked down his door to ask him for some qabalah, cuz ein sof is my stuff and the rumors are true: the fascists were cooler and the sky wasn't blue, and every time the kids start something new, I get so confused. I don't know what else to do. I'd like to thank the academy of narcissists and owners of estates for bringing us a future full of pathetic losers with the stiffness of breastplates. My whole emasculation is substantially fairer than those guys in the red states, cuz ein sof is my stuff and the rumors are true: the answer's comin' back. I don't know what else to do, and every time the kids start something new, I get so confused i don't know what is gonna happen to them/ take it to them, sock it to them. The answer's comin' back: commensurate attack. It's fun to kill the caliphate, but not so much the illiterate. Guess who'll get the most of it. The answers comin' back: commiserate attack. The answer's comin' back: elucidate attack. It's fun to kill the caliphate, but not so much the illiterate, but guess who'll get the best of it. I'm gettin' very worried for the souls of my enemies and the spirits of friends. They're all imposing freedoms on the limits they need to make a means to an end. I never played a round, but I could drop several thousand on improving the brand, cuz this stuff is my stuff and the rumors are true: that mine isn't yours and you don't know what to do, you ??? fools, you ought to be in a zoo, cuz every time the kids'll start something new.