i want to be in a motercycle gang gangreen and mean and fucked up all the time. picture me on the back of a harley leather-clad and bad and driving fifty-five. i want to see things i'll never get to see foreign bronze, klingons, naked girls with purple eyes. yeah, look at me - sad and low and lonely - dead-end job, a slob, and fucked up all the time. i'm going nowhere. i'd rather go somewhere instead. i'm gonna blow a hole through the back of my head. don't cry when I say good-bye
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