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Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those fckin fleas.
They dont really like it a lot.
I just say so fcking what.
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my fcking day.
Blue shit from my fresh slurpee
and horse shit splattered on a tree.
fck authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.