HOWEVER!
MUSIC IS MY HOT POCKETS > MUSIC IS MY HOT, HOT SEX.
I REST MY CASE. THANK YOU, GOOD SIRS, AND GOODNIGHT.
Self Portrait

METROSEXUAL.EMO.GOTHTHE DARK, DECREPIT, PEELING WALLS OF THE SUBWAY STATION WERE DRIPPING WITH A BLACK, CLOTTED LIQUID. IT GATHERED AT THE GROUND AND ON THE RUSTED TRAIN TRACKS IN GREAT POOLS. A RAT SCURRIED ACROSS THE TRACKS. A TRAIN HIT IT. THE RAT'S BLOOD AND PAIN WERE SPRAYED ON THE WALLS. ALONE, COLD, FEARFUL, ANGRY, DARK, AND SAD, A YOUNG BOY WITH A CLEAN-SHAVEN FACE, SHOULDER-LENGHT STRAIGHT HAIR, AND A CASUAL SUIT WALKED DOWN THE BROKEN ESCALATOR. HE SAW THE DEAD RAT, SAT DOWN, AND BEGAN TO CRY. AS HE DREW A SMALL RAZOR BLADE FROM HIS POCKET, THE BLACK BLOOD FROM THE SUBWAY WALLS POOLED MORE QUICKLY. AS THE BLADE CUT HIS WRISTS, THE BOY WAS SUBMERGED INMETROSEXUAL.EMO.GOTH
HAY HUNTARRRRRRR. ;O
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rawr. ;o
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