rhymes with cleavage.
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It’s hot and malty
Unless you get chocolate flavour. The only hot drink he actually likes. It helps him sleep, questionable, I know.
See, I’m here to talk to you about a good friend of mine, I think he knows who he is from that outburst. He grows his hair and nails long, I think that maybe his nails could only get cut by his own teeth, I don’t think scissors would do the job. He’s like some super-Jesus dude, well he looks like that anyway. SMILE(r). He isn’t very random, which, admittedly, I don’t look for in a friend much, but he seams to have fallen through my friend sieve, like sand through my fingers. Thank you for being, oh so slippery. He’s like super-advice man, he always knows what’s best. ‘What would HE do?’ I often think that when trying to decide what to do. He is controlled by some kind of book, I never could work out how, he’s got into trouble because of that. Eek. That must be one powerful book. Maybe, with a book like that, he could start a new religion. That thought makes me laugh, a lot of things make me laugh.
I had one beast of a haircut today.
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I know who you're talking to, since I pay attention. I just thought you might want to practice your paranoid discretion more. Maybe someday you could even be as good as me!