| Henry, do you think that I should bother dating unfamous men?
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I hope the world burns down today. Tobacco drenched homeboys telling me what I am. I laugh and brush them off my shoulder like lice.
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| Henry, I hear you. Why is it that there are those kind of men?
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If I could wash my hands of it all... but my hands aren't dirty so that one's out. Born into the grave. The earth is a massive grave. You get dragged into the back room, slapped around for a while and then it's over. You're all done up.
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| Henry, when do you think that we as a society can break the chains of the infinite loop that we have trapped ourselves in and attempt to move along to the next level of awareness?
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And finally after much waiting and contractual litigation, all the Los Angeles county pigs and their families were shot in the face and everybody lived happily ever after.
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