punks are living on the rooftop across from me

do they live well up there? what do they do when it rains?

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no re-evaluation necessary QED

xp.

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To answer a few of your mindless ramblings...obviously I am not one of you because, like I said before, I am punk (and now you've convinced me that some of you aren't,) being punk is exactly what I'm doing right now, my own thing and not giving a fuck what anyone thinks, I'm just having fun using you all as a vehicle to my rise to fame, (you should see the news down here, me and my band are all over it, but don't be mad, I'll mention your names at the bottom of my first album's reckognition note, at the very bottom!) And what's wrong with being from the streets? I am and not ashamed of it. My parents were drunk and fucked up and living in a station wagon when my mother's water broke. I lived in that fucking rusting piece of crap until I was five or six and my parents brought my two younger brothers into this bird shit ball of rock. I was beyond white trash. My life story is so crazy, anytime I tell it to a therapist, they gotta go see therapists, and believe what you want, but I ain't fucking shitting you. I'm using this as a self promotional tool, but nothing I've said has been falsified, it's all fucking true. I was taken from my parents and put through fifty foster homes in two years (the equivelant of a different family every two weeks,) and my two brothers and I were put up for adoption when I was thirteen like slaves waiting on the auction block. Then I failed the Marine Corps after barely passing high school and the rest will soon be history. So hopefully some of you buggers can see where some of my narcistic opinions and hostility comes from. I don't understand what there is to rebel against if you come from a rich, or medium class family where you have everything handed to you and have absolutely nothing to worry about, or maybe some of you can SCHOOL my WHITE TRASH ass! None of you have been able to do that yet, and to top things off, I ain't going nowhere but to the top, I'm here to stay bitches. I'm going to bed now, I gotta leave the shelter early in the morning and raise some more hell out in the streets. I'll see you all in your dreams!

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