If you had all the dragon balls, would you just wish for money, seems kind of lame to me, does life mean so little to you, is there anything, worth fighting for, I used to be such a depressing kid, no love for life, but I should have saw it, Bloody Mary, for you, I would join the black parade, the beaten and the damned, my dogs, Pluto and Zeus, are such sensitive creatures, fierce spirits, my ego, is a grand mountain, Goku, the monkey king, all ideas, infecting this place, the cookie is going to crumble, where is your place, amongst all of it, through out the whole matrix, do you have it, your pocket of heaven, follow the yellow brick road, follow it forever, all for nothing, Nirvana and the nineties, really, blow your brains out, the answer, he found it, Joyboy laughing, he can only do that because he won, he has money to spend, but some are so poor, maybe some gold, generate it, throughout it all, the West still extends, all those undead, following their truths, their delusions, I’m sorry, it went against the world, it could only exist, in some backward place, where magic is allowed to exist, maybe these are just words, just random, and meaningless, when a hundred dollars is a lot, should I say the word for it, dinosaurs, just kids, my advice, fall for it, love, all the way to the abyss, all the fish think they live in heaven, they’re more than happy to offer you some, but you’ll have to drink their piss, so innocent, untainted, but such proud bitches, I’m not that into it, I prefer Velma, a nice, dirty, nerdy girl, with a stinky, hairy pussy, Elizabeth Olsen, I dream of you daily, what was I even talking about, oh yeah, dreams, wishes, follow fate, be a blade, let the heavens, hammer into you, your father, this wild roller-coaster ride, he knows better, maybe its all there, in your spirit, your whole existence, recorded, can a tiger bear a dog son, can a cock climb a mountain, raccoons for sure feed from the dumpster, venom has a whole history of evolution, our way, our dharma, the way we learned to exist, deciding our place in the heavens, there is still art, still architecture, great beasts, they can surely offer you much, if you dedicate your life to them, and the poor, don’t they have the devil to trade with, in truth, I think we’re all beggars, its just sort of gross, when someone gets some idea of goodness into them, they’re also dirt, just ants, preaching about heaven, doomed to be selfish, little demons, I wonder how many Christ has claimed, maybe it’s a whole pie, and we can all claim a piece, Bloody Mary, your mom’s panties, say her name three times, shots fired, I’m coming.

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