I need to quit shooting my ugly mouth off. It's not a funny thing to say whatever you're thinking...to sit there and stutter through your thoughts, spilling your stream on consciousness all over everyone. I have three problems you say. You have three solutions I say. Imagine that for second, how much stupidity and courage do you have?
I don't even know what I look like, they can never show a picture that looks like me. I don't even know what I sound like, my voice is nicked and tinny on your answering machine. What secrets are locked in a heart that doesn't know it doesn't know anything?
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