jackets with holes in the pockets pockets are holes in my jeans jeans are not better than sweaters what's better than all of my dreams it's not contact dermatitis that's for f'cking sure that's what I get for being care free in the great outdoors I am never leaving my house again I'll stay cooped up here til i'm eighty or eighty plus one hundred twenty five more by then I'll probably have outlived what little's left of nature, but that's natural, besides who is keeping score? I'm not bitter you bitch you're bitter even more bitter than before you went and switched all the plants that don't itch for the plants that do you whore Ah mama nature I don't hate your obvious plots and schemes you've devised to hasten my demise , just surprised you can't finish it, I feel let down a little bit, not to much but enough I can't get over it! Kill me kill me kill me please kill me and show me I matter to you You've killed score, the Beatles, Mammoths, cabve bears, and dinosaurs, but me? What I don't rate? Don't you hate me enough to clip the thread of my fate? Oh no not me Of Course Nature you bitch I want a divorce. I am never leaving my house again I'll stay cooped up here til i'm eighty or eighty plus one hundred twenty five more by then I'll probably have outlived what little's left of nature, but that's natural, besides who is keeping score?
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