I have a guitar worth $50 I can sell
I have a guitar that can afford to go to hell.
From my cancer-colored gutter
These are my possessions.
If there was a market for my skin
I'd cut her.
I have a hard time when things are slow, work-wise. I get antsy. I roam around the room. I smoke way way too much. It's never with my w...
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