When I was supposed to be with my friend, I couldn't, they wanted me to be with some guy I have never met. They got me real fucked up on cocain. A moster of a junky, trippen on a bunch of acid. They might as well have been robbing me with stocking on there head. This all makes since. I was kind of in love with the guy.
Some how they turned your music in to torture.
They have this crazy ritual. They made me watch parts of happy gilmore, the part about finding your happy place. The played a devils hair cut remix and as the weird guy walked past the room where I was crying the song went "this guys a posser", the also played 000.000.000 and My friend had taken me by the place but before
but there was nobody there that time, its my guess he had done that on purpose. Just talk to me beck, your one of my favorite musicians.
So find me so we can spin around like a dreadal.
I don't own any of your music anymore be cause I was homless but I can prove I think alot like you probably. Next time you lisen to meelo gold
think about how it say they belong to the dog, every thing we done in rum. And how did I know about the hanica robot funk. I swear I remember
the hell that was that night, the night I became
a lonley, tourmented loser. Help me.
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