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hmm....ok.
that wasn't THAT big of a confession. i ain't got no TT's. (Although I have the dough, probably get some this summer.)
umm...way back in the 7th grade ..i peed my pants in school. 
(actually, that's kind of old to go about pissing yo pants!)
that doesn't really count as a confession though... 
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The father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies / While you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park / Thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums / The music and medicine you needed for comforting / So make all your fat, fleshy fingers fingers to moving / And pluck all your silly strings and / Bend all your notes for me and / Soft silly music is meaningful, magical / The movements were beautiful / All in your ovaries / All of them milking with green fleshy flowers / While powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines, / Smelling of semen all under the garden / Was all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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