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Rant-tastic


If the pain is inevitable, then fuck it until it gets here

Up until the moment with a smile on your face

Spit a big fat wad of phlegm in fate’s eye and call him a pussy

Like you shit bricks of gold and walk on water for kicks

Tell em all off with your gun on your hip and your holster unbuckled

While you finger the ignition to your own personal nuke

And when someone says “oh god” answer them”yes?...”

Because you rule your mind and nothing else.

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