Gosh. I got goth. I wish I got rocker. Rockers are so hardcore spiffy.
I rock peas on my head but don’t call me a pea head.
Beas on my head but don’t call me a bee head.
Bruce Lee’s on my head but don’t call me a Lee head.
Now please excuse me, I gots to get my tree fed.
You wear name brands and I make my own clothing.
I hang out with an apple who loves self-loathing.
“I hate myself.”

Pancake on my face makes me extra happy.
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