I could be a smack freak and hate society. I could hate God and blame Dad. I might be in a Holocaust, hate Hitler. Might not have a child and hate school. I could be a sad lover and hate death. I could be a neuro and hate sweat. No, I hate my way.

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can’t find a fucking wine bottle opener in my house, WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOU JESUS?!?!?