we've smelled the shit you've said and you'll say it again. all the records say that you've bled and we'll bleed you again and again. all the thinkers are dead and we like it that way. it's about the sound of the sound not the worth of the words that you regurgitate. all the thinkers are dead so we dance on their graves and we like it that way, because we made it that way. red ink, black ink, the words don't care, the words don't think. red ink, black ink, the writers don't breath and the readers don't blink. stop quoting, start living. lead a life worth reading. stand sweating and still singing a life worth reading about.

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