Doing something, and making a mistake, is better than hesitating, and being a wishy-washy bitch, oh, if only it went perfectly, walking by the grocery aisle, looking at all the choices, you can have whatever you want, stand there for eternity, no hope for this bitch, it’s unfortunate, but it’s her truth echoing, Hera, and a line of guys, are your knees sore, they’re waiting, red string, it snapped, succumbed, to be become a prostitute, the fruit rotten, no on wanted that, pass, pass, the gong has rung, no one wants to play, sleep in, is it Saturday, dream of home, but where is that, are you frisky, playful, tell me baby, heaven, how does it look, is that the Eye of Sauron, how far have we fallen, no one cares, your mom’s panties…

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