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--- M I C H A E L   M A G E E  


Because of who I am, these girls think 
	I've been given everything and who am I 
	to comment on what you can charge? They go 
						postal, they fuck shit up, 
						and they take no 

prisoners. I say fuck em. It feels powerful to finally claim the right to say and be a flying karate penis kick one way or the other. ...

Who would fuck any of those people nowadays besides Charlie? A sick person. It's something so rare that it doesn't happen very often. ... I got into a couple

of fights because of my "age uke (or 'rising block') is of lower intensity than fuck but stronger than damn" t-shirt --

I was at the centre of attention and they did what is permitted with my body in the cell of desire --

Now I am 100 percent certain man and dinosaurs walked the earth at the same time, armed with cameraphones -- way way way way way off topic, but I am posting this everywhere guys.

I think everyone needs to calm down a spell. I am getting a little tired of hearing all of this whining and violence from the fanboys. Because if I have to hear any more of this from Barry -- "AND I WILL SPANK YOUR BARE BOTTOM IN FRONT OF ALL THE OTHER FANBOYS! AND THE FIRST ONE TO GIGGLE WILL GET A FIST SANDWICH! BWAAAAAAAA!" -- Well, Fuck you Barry. You suck. Shut up Barry. Everyone hates you. Barry, you tard. Go to hell.

It's so temping at this point to just give up and make my Deadly Granny outfit eclipse

the music we so admire. However, I am convinced,

after witnessing both coups -- in which suffering is not an agent of civility, but rather brutal -- that, we'll play it by ear, not muscular per se but a mother of three who has worked at McDonalds for over 12 years.

("Aww! It's Saturday! We want to try out Abel's new board!" (She was practicing moves on unsuspecting people on the front driveway.

I saw something infinitely kewl at the mall that day: Matrix figures allowed to say "fuck" in a prayer filled with advertisements from all over.

What I found interesting in this workshop is that often when I expressed my "pharaohism" it was a cross between a slurred karate chop and gritty molasses, like an avid hiker setting nails on the path

for cyclists ((Well, not really, but I do resemble his/her actions in some way, only with a less negative resolve) but if my goal is to hinder the progress of others well, I am just no better than anyone else in this world spending their time teaching lessons, my intentions are as arrogant and as pious, driving a rational speed without purpose

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