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Thursday, February 6, 2014
Bastard
I've met a lot of cactus' in my day, but you sir, are the fucking prick. You act like you're so poetic and intelligent, but in reality, you're just another pretentious hipster. I can't believe I thought you were worth it. Put down the guitar, you're not Jimi Hendrix. —How's that for coming at you like a door knob?
