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I've got a crayon lodged in my membrane as each day passes it drives me more insane she's not Mexican but smells like a walking fish I shouldn't talk to her but I'm sorta pissed I said hello and I think she hissed, damn that's a weird bitch I'm Harley Davids son and just like one I too have been rode by a girl in her twenties I bet she'll still be fit when seventy there's some things I wanna do before I kick the bucket but after a cone I'm just sittin there like mmmm fuck it I'll do it tomorrow when I'm living off time that's borrowed and my hands hollow