He's a silent marker, I do say.
Yellow, pelado. No se que significa pelado. No pelo, problamente.
But from there I go here,
into another definite heliosphere.
Bakersfield, Smallville, dude...
My dad called. You know the connection, dontcha babe?
If you don't yr not a real friend to me, hey?
No, but not really, not really.
Say it loud if you mean it. I can't help my control, it's demanding.
It's outstanding. It's revolting?
Though, isn't it?
I remember those cousins so vividly.
So remarkably, fantabully. I was there all alone, didn't wanna be,
but you made me be, cuz yr family.
If a giving for thanks I might longingly
counter doggingly.
Couldn't any remark be a TsukarEi, fucking mon ami.......
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