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I hate it when you go to smoke your last crackrock, and come to find out your crackhead girlfriend allready smoked it. So you beat her until you calm down, and by then, her worn out used up druggy body shuts down and dies, so now you gotta go get rid of the body and not get caught. Then you gotta go all the way down to the street corner, find a guy you can suck off for 10 dollars, just so you can go to the next corner to get some crack, then you get back to your nasty, grabage filled, apartment, that smells like urine( and is infested by at least 2 different kinds of cockroaches, rats, and who knows what else), only to find that you broke your crack pipe in the tussle with your crackhead girlfriend. Man I hate that!
(I got really really bored..... sorry)
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You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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