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MEN AND MACHINES AND GIRLS
I want to die in a machine and get my limbs crushed and my blood thrown upon burning metal and to die, to die, TO DIE!! I don’t fit into this world, no day job moving shit brown boxes from A2B in a warehouse, no long term girlfriend to love me and be there for me when I feel down, few real mates to back me up balls to the wall.
See on TV speeding bikes w...
Tuesday 6th September 2011 12:43 pm
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