I want Smokey back.
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*= I dont know anyone named Julia, it's my fill in name for those I cannot reveal the names of rightfully, or just don't want to.
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I just want to leave! I just want a hug. I want to be me, I want to leave, I want a slice of pizza, tacos and nachos and cheese. I want to eat it listening to the new Bad Religion album while being hugged when I'm somewhere I can be me. I want the hug to last a very long time, hours, days, years. I want my knee to stop hurting, and stop cracking every 10 minutes. I want to know all my lines for the play. I want to look at pretty girls, I want to be around "Julia*". I want a haircut -- a mohawk thats lime green. I want to be wearing a raging lime green mohawk with my Gus coat and boxer shorts eating pizza and Taco Bell while somewhere else listening to Bad Religion as I spout off Shakespeare and not having to crack my knee while being hugged for a very long time. I want my kittens back and my parents to leave! I want to beat the idiocy out of my sister, poser punk rockers who are ignorant and people who have called me names like "faggot". I want to laugh while I do it, I want to cry while I do it. I want to love and be loved. I want a bag of BBQ Doritos(tm). I want to go to sleep. I want to play my bass through my own amp and be really good. I want people telling me how much they love and admire me. I want my life back. I want a Crunch bar, BBQ corn chips and BBQ sea salt chips. I want a bank account with lotsa money. I want to know what I'm doing tonight with "Julia*". I want my full licensce and a bigass van.
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