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Springfield (A Poem)
I wander thro’ each barter’d street Where the charter’d Simpsons does flowAnd mark in every face I meetMarks of Homer, marks of d’oh In every cry of every Moe,In every Homer’s cry of beer,In every voice: in every banThe marge-forg’d milhouses I hear How the Chalmers-sweepers cryEvery blackning Roast appalls, And the hapless Skinners sighRuns in… Read More
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Right her right now
we wall down 167 we breathe in the foul air manure and even though we might name ourselves Nevin theres no reason why we should care FUCK YOU ALL <3 Read More
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SECRET WEAPON REVEALED
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Wondering what on earth is going on?
Are you? Are you? Are you? Are you?