crisen me five flavored

Sent a letter, got a paper cut. Gave blood and got shot. who done it? mr. mustard got me. we squared off straight away i didn't wait for him to draw first. fist came to blows and one of us was left standing, a little off balance I might add but if I did it was cuz the coffee pot feel a little to close to my bruised face. frequency's pummeling little fragile stars, while I sit and wonder where have all the cowboys gone? At least we have our leader. can't get better, as we eat to death, swimming in batter, loving every minute of it. mmmmmmmmmmm tasty snack out of my backpack got squished when i fell out into this shit hole. pass me that sticky icky, to ease the ichie ivy, stylus freeze camera. can't get a peddistal to stand keeps fallin over red rover we call god over, oh i forgot where he wasisamiok2bfrozen.