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ALPHABET GET
Last line, here we come!
Last line, I'm gonna cum!
cooking
BOOK SHOP
So this song was never finished?
This song is going uphill fast
But I don't feel that uphill yet...
This thread is a metaphor for the unachievable dream. It's the journey that counts,
plus your molecules and your
cells and your rhibosomes and your
kamikaze DNA and your altruism and your
gaynus
.
Seriously, the song is over. What are you even doing?
niggers
LAST LINE
zip zap zoop
let's go
A white hole?
The first verse is too complicated!
"Who would think that it's in
>>191 Too little too late. Wet behind the ears. You can't squeeze blood out
of a turnip. The scum of the earth. Through the grapevine. A place
in the sun. Up one side and down the other. Scraping the bottom of
the barrel. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. Wrinkled as a prune.
Slow as a snail. Useless as tits on bull. Stop and smell the roses.
Timing is everything. Stop and smell the roses. Raking it in. Watch
and wait. A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Thick as a
brick.
Scraping the bottom of the barrel. Put to bed with a shovel. The
sharper is the berry, the sweeter is the wine. Tossed around like a hot
potato. Up one side and down the other. Sick as a dog. Tools of the
tr@de. That's a whole new can of worms. Raking in the dough. You
throw filth on the living and flowers on the dead.Pin a rose on your nose.
Useless as tits on bull. Wait and see. Plant kindness and gather
love. When it rains it pours. Till the cows come home. Walking on
cloud nine. Turn over a new leaf. What goes up must come down. Pull it up
by the roots. Waking up with the chickens.