When a Monkey types Hamlet.

Yo , what's up, just another day another dollar or whatever you like to say. So who are you , to just come up to me and just start talking. Damn so don't you fell stupid for planting your face into the street in a drunkin rage, but you fall so gracefully. Now wait do you hear that... Its silence. My generation aren't friends but sluts, for the love of god run. I took this photograph soaking wet, a flask and a phanny pack, I stay fresh. What is it teenage poetry, marauders without causes. Looking for heros in the stars ,Your not promised tomorrow. I hope I sound more confusing then that,Yeah that's the shit. Peace.
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