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Fucked Up College Kids File 403
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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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joy
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a slick sly motherfucker looks me up and down, says
'hey baby, lookin good' and i feel like a ham on a
hook in Joe Schmoe's butcher shop. his leer yawns
like a chasm, and disgust twists in the pit of my
gut. whip me, hurt me, make me bleed. that's all i
am good for. i look down at my scuffed black boots,
the hole in the knee of my leggings, the worn flannel,
(hey baby, looking homeless) and wonder how far i have
to go to look unlovable and totally leavable.
i type inanely (make install) and crawl around on the
floor (which patch panel does this fucking thing
plug into?) and growl at the insane howl of my pager
(BOGUS! Build failed!). do this, do that, can i
lick your boots mister, and would you like that in
perl or /bin/sh? i picture pools of blood forming
in the cracks between the keys of my keyboard.
i think i am having a nervous breakdown.
(where is your entourage?) she asked me while she
poured my grande' non-fat latte. yeah, my fucking
entourage, only she doesn't know that i have
two of them. i glance over my shoulder and there
is no one there, but i can feel them piled up
on my back like a demon orgy out of a Stephen
King novel. (they are on vacation) and i smile
and sip my latte, but a tear gathers in the
corner of my eye.
dark grey days are my style. a day like today
makes me feel like my soul is in tune with the
weather, and i want to thank god for noticing
me. (please sir, can i have some more?)
i am having a nervous breakdown.
having a nervous breakdown #!/bin/sh patch panel
annexes coffee bills too much too soon too young
glowing angel want to go to him please sir can
i have some more and while you are at it can you
make more feel more worthless cause i think i
slipped and had self esteem for a second there
and i want to sleep for days in a cool room
break shit while people who do not love me
point and laugh the world is spinning and dear
god how i love this shit
yeah. a nervous breakdown.
demonika
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