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Don't threaten me with a good time, Mark.

I woe that your hearts are made of a further kind
And a riot stick won't kill your piece of mind
You can fight with all the spirit that you obsess
Because your fight is a struggle at its best

Nobody on the road
Nobody on the beach
I feel it in the air
Summer's out of reach

Get ready for some 12th century law folklore bullshit about how the 14th Amendment isn't real from Alito.

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Gotta kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight

You haven't really lived until you've hung out with the living, breathing relics of lead poisoning.

Happy birthday, hombre!

Under neon loneliness
Motorcycle emptiness

Am I alive, or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone? Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake but half asleep?

Well, that escalated quickly.

Glad we finally settled this matter.

YouTube video by Bad Religion - Topic Along The Way

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There are times I legit envy these people.

The real national health crisis finally coming to light.

It could happen to anyone really.

I used to think that the day would never come
I'd see delight in the shade of the morning sun
My morning sun is the drug that brings me near
To the childhood I lost, replaced by fear

POE-TAY-TOES

MASTER FRODO, ELEFONTS

There's a room where the light won't find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do, I'll be right behind you

Fucking go O's.

I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, the bright and hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight

I can still remember those crazy days
We'd dance all night and sleep all day
In the old West End everybody was dancing
Dancing, ow

I refuse to abuse what is kind to the Muse
But it's there and it's happening to me along the way
As we go through the snow, we cannot forget our foes
But the dinner's always waiting at the table along the way, yeah

Brewers are terrifying.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio

"what are you doing"

Lifting up a mirror.

Whoever is running Newsom's social media account is nailing the tone, content, and sheer lunacy.

"I'm so fucking high right now. They know I'm high. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Oh, up, down, turn around
Please don't let me hit the ground
Tonight, I think I'll walk alone
I'll find my soul as I go home

Good. Your shit is legit.