Anonymous Mar 19, 2013 at 10:06 am

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1
I'm guessing that a day one day or many in the past, you dropped acid.
2
Yeah, I've always thought that 12-year-olds make the best poets: they love the sound of their own voices and can't edit their thoughts, so they're really prolific whether their material is deserving or not.

ACES, ANONYMOUS.
3
I had this pegged as some lady talking about her dog until the phone part.
4
Is this rant for or against gibberish?
5
Considering that most Arab males experiment with gay encounters, how come Muslim schools forbid homosexuality?

http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/ca…
6
I, A, you need a good dose of GM!
"Cause teacher
There are things that I don't want to learn
And the last one I had
Made me cry
So I don't want to learn to
Hold you, touch you
Think that you're mine
Because it ain't no joy
For an uptown boy
Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye"
7
you have stickers on your "old phone"? What kind of lunatic are you?
8
Language barrier, eh? Even then, that still doesn't make up for what that orderly did to you: you were still developmentally disabled, no matter how how much you have "always rebuilt" your house.
9
Again, save it for your diary.
10
Hit it DJ...
"Secret lovers that's what we are,
We should not be together,
But we can't let go (oh, no) cause we love each other so."
11
I've tried to read this every day since it went up, but I can't. I can't get past the first sentence. I really hope it goes all crass and silly after that, but I just don't see it going that way.

Can someone tell me if this turns funny? Before I have to hurt myself reading something sincere?

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