You’re a skunk hunter.
Know…One Knows.
Fuck you and your trends, your styles, your fads, you’re so hip, I don’t wanna be a part of you, you stupid people are defacing this earth and making me look bad. I know you have something else better to do with your existence then sit there and laugh and joke about with the waves flashing over your head like neon lights. I want to ride into the sun when I get to that point, you will stay a mere crumb, a stupid fuckin’ crumb on the face of this dirty, dumb earth. I won’t be sorry when you get what’s coming to you because I will have already known it’s been coming for a while now. I don’t care if you fucking hate me or not, just take in what I’m saying right now, and make sure it goes through that pea sized brain of yours before I shoot it out at another person, because I only have one. I get everything you see and know, most people don’t think for themselves and that’s where the error comes in, and the ignorance turns on. I know I’m gonna see you again after we have both flown so high we couldn’t even see the sky, and I know we will do it one more time. Read what I am saying into strong consideration, do you think you are so great from the cow? or the mongoose? or the goose? or flock of geese? or the cheese that rests on your table? or the mayonaise that’s in your fridge? or the people walking by on the sidewalk, the bums, the low lifes, the scrum? We are all one, but are we? You are yourself and I am me, let us keep it that way.
Mary Jane says high.
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