Hi there! Thanks for the fav

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Bouncy castles make me fly,
But boys make me cry.
Even if they're ideal
It never seems real.
At the beginning they're totally phat,
But boy, that one's a right boomba'clot.
I think they should perish
Because they can't love, hold and cherish.
They ain't got a clue
'Cause they's a big poo.
Some are okay,
But they're, you know...
The person who put them in charge must have been a right twat
Because now all guys do is sit around and get fat.
Whilst girls compete to achieve a new level of carrotstickness
To appease the eyes of twunts like them with the way we dress.
I hate society as it is today
And I think that it's men who have to pay.

This poem has twittered on too long,
So I shall end it with a song:

Seven Seas of Rhye - Queen
(Which has nothing to do with my diatribe
But it has a good vibe )

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"Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art." Wilde

ROOR. I need to call you soon. I may try now, sweetcheeks.

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"Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art." Wilde

hey, thanks for the +devwatch

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nice gallery keep it up.

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