It's got three heads and a singular mission that gobbles up everybody's ambition, your questions stem from an error in
playschool and now you're spinning around like a turd in a whirlpool, and sometimes you'll sit in a concrete pit until you realize that the monster's full of shit, there's something wrong with the terrible monster that lives inside my head
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