there are no flies on you coz you’re the dog’s bollocks and the sun shines out of your arse you’re quicker than the devil but more grounded in reality you’re so single minded in your every conceit and brother you can talk you can talk yourself blue chew my fucking ears off go on, demonstrate the folly of your words you hate this you hate that the world pisses you off... truth is a matter of ingenuity we are what we pretend to be and you pretend to be wise but your wisdom is a ticket to hell coz shit gets under your skin there’s no defect in your vision you’re just selectively blind you’re so busy with the wrong you refuse to see the light that the good outweighs the bad to anyone with sight
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