2018-03-07 at 4:37 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
My loving for Karen is a weapon
A blade that never requires sharpening
When deprived of your beaming expression
I can feel my very soul darkening
Despite all the aches, despite how I'm hurt
I know I will have solace in my dreams
If I am a trout, gasping in the dirt
You are the ocean, and rivers, and streams
Oh, Karen, the worlds our love shall reveal
I dream of our girls; I dream of our boys
Karen, we'll bring our objectors to heel
Together, we will conquer and destroy
Oh, Karen! I know that you will be mine
Our souls, in ether, forever entwined
2018-03-07 at 4:38 AM UTC
I bet these are ska lyrics.
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2018-03-07 at 5:06 AM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
Are you shitting me? Go back to grade school. I hope one of your idiot teachers brings a gun to school to make a point and accidentally discharges it into your throat.
I give you ART and you give me ATTITUDE. You should be kissing my ring, but somebody somewhere was forced to sign a document and now that whole proper system is just a bunch of nannying and it produces people like you. I would cull a thousand of you to get one more Karen. Then I would mate with the Karens and produce two very similar families.
2018-03-07 at 5:24 PM UTC
Zanick
motherfucker
[my p.a. supernal goa]
My room is a mess, but I will clean it up in time for Karen's next visit.
