bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow: lunch with linda would be better

fuck you bitch. your ignorance never fails to piss me off. don't understand when you should, think you understand when you don't. presume you fuck ars. don't fight with someone like yourself. can't understand i don't give a fuck, just cut me up all over again... as once again i hoped in vain for a remedy for this fucking lousy kin.