i want this to work

                                               1/28/98
                                                3:40a

     new pen, old high...i think i sold a lottery ticket to
the devil tonight.  and everyone wants to kill me tonight. 
it would be nice to live like an animal.  
Bugs are Drugs
Bugs are Drugs
Bugs are Drugs
Bugs are Drugs
Bugs are Drugs
now that he has shown himself, the choice i am faced with 
is simple.  john wants 269.  3051 dollar straight 3 times.
020 eight times straight, eight times box fr 50 cents.

IT WON'T WORK
  
yr feelings never lie to you on an 800 number

i sit to close to the edge...i want my cake and eat it too...
i would do anything fr you.  i would blind myself fr you when i 
think of you leaving me, it frightens me beyond belief.  Please
tell me i have nothing to worry abt. tell me i'm silly.  tell me
you love me and that you want to be with me forever.  tell me i'm
still beautiful.  tell me to realize you won't leave.  blueberry
dropped her hand again, cowboy'd johnny in the sand.   bad boy.
yr gonna go straight to hell and burn in the deepest darkest.  

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