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you look like a candy kid.
but whatever floats your boat! it doesn't look BAD, and you don't look gay. (well...if you were my hairstylist I would think you were gay, but if you were walking down the street and i saw you, no.)
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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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It looks ok...maybe a lil' too pink though. I hope the TA men admire you for your courage 
