Damn i hate them all, college kick out time and the eyes, feeding paranoia as their judgmental stares make me want to kick them under a bus, one in the ribs, one in the head and then a field-goal to the finish. Keep kicking them under until the wheel wells get jammed.
The only thing worse is insincerity, what's the point? Do something constructive with your time or you can damn well join the bitches.
Anger, an interesting emotion, one often dipped into but rarely embraced. If only i didn't want a life outside bars i could quite easily go back there and shred them limb from limb.
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