I tell her, I believe when a Man sees love ahead--let's pretend that love is a small bird--when you see a bird you catch it (clasps the air), not say you'll do it later. And do you eat the bird? No, you set it free.
look at how much mileage you guys are gettring with my perversions and sadness, my mind's a goldmine. No, you freakin hobo, I'm not hearing voices—they are trying to communicate with me through youtube, and websightes, and naughty ones, im not too sure what to do when i get riled up huah hauh hauh hauh hauh hauh hauh hahuh ahuh hauh hauh hauh hauh ahuh hahuh hauh hauh hauh hahuh
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