Sent away again
Your eyes are green, your hair is gold;
Your hair is black, your eyes are blue.
I don’t have the energy to do all my annual year-end shit this time around.
I don’t have the energy for anything.
I could’ve exaggerated that, but there was 2011, folks.
May 2012 see us through without death and destruction or abuse and neglect.
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