its
raining, it's pouring. the old man is boring.
he
shot himself in the head and couldnt get up in the morning.
when
is lunch im frickin hungry.
the
rain has yet to stop. will it go for 40 days and nights.
its
12.00 exactely
what
if i wake up in a flood and there is no more food and you are all
gone.
then
i will be sad and i will probably cry then.
oh
yeah i will cry then.
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