things have freaked out just like me - calm, very calm
i feel like a bad person when my freaking outs are calm
calm is no feelings. yes, mister, my english is bad. yes, mistress, it's no feelings.
i freak out, so i get drunk and make out with each and every friend of mine, despite of their sex. while listening to dubstep. oh wait, fuck no, this ain't no dubstep, where is my mind?! bitch, y u gone?! 'cos i can't say dubstep to one of the world's best songs ever written, doesn't matter it's a remix. the most epic part of it was on and i was making out to the fullest. the world was floating and our lips were licking each other and it seemed right. no matter what kind of an action, if it seems right and feels good, then
IT IS RIGHT
IT IS GOOD
IT IS LIFE
and that's what i was born to live for
the feeling, i guess
the mess, i guess
yes, mistress
it's such a mess
you might have misdressed
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