Your attention please. Your attention, I need. So I can sit you in a position from which I see it. Where I'm seated is scenic. Heavyweight is slim as a machinist or bulimic which means I'm somewhere in between it. I take it back for you like Wild Stallions from San Demas. I'm in the market for low mile three sixty Modena's and a good organic cleaners. My car's always a winner. Your car's always pitted. We should call it Stanley Steemer's. Most of my friends in gangs. My new nickname is Ghengis Khan but without the Ye but his last name is my sign. I ride with that demeanor. I'm armed to the teeth and your Venus and you've never been to the dentist. This is the school of hard knocks. I dean it, I done it. As well as the celebrated alumni's. I donate to the campus and my name's on the arenas but you can't bring it to my court. Not even with subpoena's and you can't play my sport, but you can send cheerleaders and you can't sit there. That section's for the seniors and the sexy senoritas. So just move up to the bleachers. How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers? I know that you can't hear me because I blew up all the speakers and the power line is hanging because I threw up all the sneakers. I ate up the impostors and I chewed through all the pizzas. I blacked out with my Mac out and I maxed out all the Visa's. Accreditations and procedures. Just walk across my page and your life will be completed. You don't need financial aid because this is just some free shit. You've been properly prepared so just throw your smoke up in the air. I'm Red Hot Chili, I'm Anthony Kiedis. My spirit smells teenage and Illinois feeling excellent. We hit them with the President. See, we set the precedence. I don't feel I'm best. I just feel I'm better than. Everyone.
Love,
S
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Friday, August 27, 2010
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