The Dink Network

You are the light at the end of my tunnel
I'm sorry for the things I haven't done
Some weird kind of deja vu
Gardens with withered flowers and dead birds
Pictures of her bag lying on the floor
The curtain falls, the heroes run
How can I know the answer if I don't what's the question?
I got nothing to do, so I pin something sharp in me
We're taking you away, away we're taking you
This is quite an unfriendly abduction
Kill another guy, God is on our side
Fudgeing retarded leper sucking alcoholic dope dealing motherfudgeer
It's the fault of the aliens
Surrealism is beautiful
The time has come for a shootout
Raping a near perfect body, slutty whore spit up and choke
My scars determine my victories
I'd rather die, than let you feed on me, you brainless zombies
Wake up and go to sleep, paper majesty
I love my friends, they're in my head
This is a monologue

Pictures of her bag lying on the floor-

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