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It's the sense of touch.
Any real city, you walk, you know?
You brush past people.
People bump into you.
In this city, nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.
I think we miss that touch so much,
that we crash into each other,
just so we can feel something.
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Enough's enough, you've had that today.
Nature will take its course and you will waste away.
You are your biggest enemy, the biggest harm to yourself.
Today's your day.
Do something impossible. |
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don't cry i'll bring this home to you
if i can make this night light enough to move
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FUCK Nigger, what the fuck did you do to his towel?
I was drying my hands.
Well you're supposed to wash them first.
Well you watched me wash them.
I watched you get them wet.
I was washing them.
This shits hard to get off.
Maybe if he had Lava, I could've done a better job.
I used the same fucking soap you did...
and when i finished the towel didn't look like no goddamn maxipad.
Now what if he was to come in here and see his towel like this Vincent?
It's shit like this that'll bring this situation...
to a head, man. |
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war has come to the galaxy... |
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