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Forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man wants you to know that he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City.

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untitled H.S. (dedicated to Zach)

Holes in my Levi’s

from chasin’ you chasin’ you

the girl that doesn’t exist

saying things I shouldn’t say

playing songs I shouldn’t play

Doesn’t matter anyway

The truth is the truth

and the edge over other boys

You’ll see

through me

the world in my eyes.

They come off a conveyor belt, most of us.

Not this laugh.

Just go.

Move away.

I never loved you anyway.

Holes in my chucks

from chasin’ you chasin’ you

saying things I shouldn’t say

playing songs I shouldn’t play

Doesn’t matter anyway.

Stay.

Go.

Come back.

Get out.

What I’d do -

Your move, player two.

February 9

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