you wanted to write becuz it was important to you no
you wanted to write becuz you wanted them to like you no
yes
umm honestly yes right it
was that right and plus like you wanted writers to fuck you right
no
yes
yes you did so ah
like you started with the little one paragraph ditties oh my pussy is infected with george bush
oh
who would jesus rim
right
and
baby they were all so shocked [those lonesome social misfits] sitting there in front of their monitors like wow
i wonder if she is hot wow i
wonder if he is hot wow i wonder do they live with someone wow does it matter i can make you my own ooh
weeeeeeeee wow you like my typings wow really
dude that is so great i totally love yours here
we can start a posse we can be in this one this month nah
who cares about the spelling errors who cares
about acknowledging the fact that grammar totally exists i mean the site gods don't care so
like why should we right
like
ha ha we are
the internets we
are the internets
ha ha
the internets we
are the internets
like church bells no one responds to like midday air raid siren testing in the suburbs man i am telling you
your shit
makes me want to shoot myself it makes me want to shoot you
all those hypers you hype
man
they's a bunch of fucking hacks.
i mean. total absence of soul. not to mention talent.
goodnite.
i mean
if there are a hundred of you in your little lit mag world maybe
five of y'all can write.
maybe.
trust me.
i'm a doctor.
TYBLUESMITH
STILL NUMBER ONE>>>>>>
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