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November 20, 20xx


I want to have a reason to say something of interest, but nothing too much today. Nothing too much any day! But I keep trying.

You stick your head in here and see that there's something of interest somewhere.

I'm slightly intrigued in something or rather. I've always wanted my very own website, for one.

I'm not too fond of the colors, though.

-e

Bill Ding


November 10, 20xx


Good morning all. I can see most clearly at this hour, for what it's worth. And I don't know what entirely that any words are worth, except from what I've read in books in heard in mouths. Nevertheless.

The lost spirits long to find us here... And why would they not, as they are only ever looking for their own kind... Are they not? And are we not...

Ah, to hell with it.

The sword is mightier than even the pencil, no matter how sharp. One is just much easier to lose in the couch, don't you forget.

Send me an e-mail sometime.

-e

Sex Emo Mini Skateboard


By False Alarm.


Summer's Gone, Get Your'e Pencil


October 9, 20xx


Another fucky afternoon in the big city. I am feeling very good about, for whatever reason. Well said; you look at me and that's something very rarely done. What am I saying, again?

This is a website. Don't forget that.

I am making new stuff for the Sex Emo Company. Skateboard decks, and t-shirts, and all those other little things. If that interests you, then that is good to hear. Otherwise, you can keep reading. But you probably should anyways.

Most things are better than what I've seen so far. Isn't that wild? It isn't what we thought we were getting. Feeling conflicted is overrated. It isn't 2012 anymore. We can be conflicted about feeling conflicted, at most.

The royal We I mean. But you can think of it as, Me, and You. You and I?

One of the only things I enjoy besides mostly everything is: In the evening, when all the Chinese ladies get together in the park and dance together to music. That is my only recommendation for this crazy city.

Walking with a hoodie on, with both of your hands in your hoodie pockets. Saying to your friend, "It feels like 9 PM, but it's 6:30." Watching Peanut Butter Gamer while you eat and drink sandwiches and soup.

These aren't even for sures. Simply fantasies. They used to be more fantastical. Maybe it's for the better.

My dreams are relegated to my dreams anymore. My daydreams are simply contemplations... Should I eat the chicken or the egg... Pepsi or seltzer... Kickflip or heelflip...

I could complain all day. But who's gonna listen?

But Hey. Things Are OK.

I really hope somebody is reading this, not gonna lie. I can't imagine. I probably wouldn't. Too busy thinking about Pepsi or Seltzer.

-e

Time 2 Shine


October 7, 20xx


A great start of the week for whoever the hell feels like it.

Even in times of recline, I can only dwell on when the stress will take over.

I could be eating a muffin, drinking a drink

I haven't had a muffin in at least four months though--just wanted to throw out a hypothetical like you know I like to do. Hypotheticals--a good quick way to stress yourself out.

God it's so beautiful out. I've locked myself in, by several definitions of the phrase, both new and old.

There will always be nice times abound, in the distant wherever. I wonder how many times I can sit around and do fuckall until there are no more sunsets to sit at, sunrises to see to.

I've seen more of both than I could ever care to see, let alone count. I spent too much of my time counting, to the point that pictures just look like numbers to me, clouds look like decimals. My fingers look like the number one over and over and over.

I am OK. Looking forward to anything is lesser than other things. No more therapy for me. I was tired of being told to enjoy the present. If I could do that, I wouldn't be talking with you, doc.

We will talk soon.

-e

Time To Say Little


September 30, 20xx


Hello.

Is anybody there?

Can you believe this is what I do?

Can you give me something else to do?

-e

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I Need A Job At Best Buy


September 19, 20XX


Hello from the outer regions of home.

Things are picking up here as things do. Doesn't mean anything, really.

I like to be busy, I like to be doing othing, I like getting ready to do something busy, I like preparing for a long period of doing nothing.

I need more of a lot of things. But to simplify, that, I really just need nothing at all.

It would be easy, but a lot of things could be easier if I made them.

You make them easier, for the most part.

If anybody is hiring anywhere, ever, please send me an email.

Or if you want to just talk, feel free to e-mail my ass.

-e

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Everything's OK Carry On


September 13, 20XX


Good Afternoon.

It's high time for fall. I wait for this time for 120-205 days of the year. Isn't that a wee bit fucked??

You'll be there regardless of whether or not the leaves drop in October or January.

But I digress. Nostalgia does that to me a lot, it seems. Is it wrong to be nostalgic for something that's barely happened yet?

I get nostalgic for a specific plate of eggs from three weeks ago. I may have... Problems...

I am hungry ass shit right now, it seems.

g2g.

-e

A Version Of Me For Me And You


September 4, 20XX


Hello all. Hope all is well.

Nothing too much to report from here.

I wish I had more to say. Alas... I still don't know what alas means. Nevertheless...

I just like to write down thoughts, even if I have no thoughts at all. And when push comes to shove, I resort to drawing pictures. But right now I have no pencil, or even colored markers. So I am stuck here with no thoughts and a keyboard.

My mind is a garden. With care and patience, thoughts grow, like roma tomatos.

I guess I'm thinking about tomatos, if anything.

Peace be with you on this beautiful day.

-e

Thoughts Pass Through Me Like Thoughts


August 28, 20XX


Say, what do you think about the way things have been going lately? For yourself, and for others, and hell, why not throw me in there too for good measure?

I live in the huge city of New York City, but I am from a place so much smaller than that. A place where the ground is green all around, and there are people that wave to you when they pass you in their car. Not a wave, exactly, but rather a little thing where they lift up their index from their steering wheel. That means "Hello" where I am from.

I still say "Hello" to people here in the big city, but it is one out of every one-hundred or so people I pass. Maybe more. The ratio for where I am from is closer to 1/2. That may be less than generous.

But I am from one of those kinds of places where you kick rocks for fun. Not even with contempt for the rocks even. You kick them because you have nothing else to kick.

There is much to kick in NYC but I refuse to kick such things. It seems mean, not to mention it would cause quite a scene.

I don't get frustrated about anything enough to kick anymore, anyways.

I do miss the grass quite a lot though. Mostly for it's color.

I hope you were able to swim a bit this summer.

-e

Where Were You? And When Was That?


August 27, 20XX


Heyy!

Thanks again for visiting the website.

There are really no updates at the moment, besides this post, and the following words. Unless you've managed to read them before, which would make me feel crazy. But I digress.

I am here wondering how the day today will finish. I am wondering if I will go to bed smiling or having some other kind of feeling. Not that I go to sleep smiling, but the feeling of smiling, I do.

That's hours away now though, and so much could change between here and then. I don''t want to worry about it too much, but I do worry about stuff that hasn't happened yet. And much of the time, it never does [happen].

But I get so pissed off when folks around town say that you should try enjoying the present moment. Which makes a world of sense (NOT EVEN BEING SARCASTIC!) but it isn't always so easy. Without the future to get nervous about, and without the past to get sad about...

No matter.

I am seeing a movie tonight, alone. Which is one of the many great joys in life.

I suppose thinking about a future where I can continue to do that makes me feel less worried, and more hopeful.

I hope you can find a way to enjoy the present moment while you are thinking about five minutes in advance, or even twenty years.

Besides The Things That Irritate Me, Nothing Really Does


August 25, 20XX


I don't always have much to say, but I find myself saying more than I want to say a lot of the time. I've heard a phrase that's like, "The people who talk the most are the dumb people" or something like that. I always think they're talking about me when I think of that.

I can never stop talking. I don't want to ever stop talking.

Thinking too.

I would prefer to think more and to talk so much less. But I think that isn't in the cards for me right now... I can only speak for myself. But you know that.

The less I talk, the better I feel. No matter what.

I want to work at Game Stop for 7 hours a day, and then walk pointlessly for 3 hours after that, and then sit in a pool for 2 hours, and then sleep for however many hours are there after that.

Whatever's left in between would be time to draw pictures of swords or listening to music.

That's my dream in my whole life...

It's time right now to eat bread and fruit. For me, at least.

I hope you find whatever you were looking for with the rest of your summer- maybe you found it and maybe you found only some. Maybe you found none of them. These things happen. Nothing is ever done, really. We will talk tomorrow, though.

-e

The Leaving Song, Pt. 4


August 21, 20XX


Good Morning.

The weather has begun to taper some here in the big city. I am ready to hold some body. If has to be mine own body, then so be it.

I want to sit inside and play games. But I want to sit outside and play them too.

I want to drink water and watch movies all fall.

All this wanting... I swear I'm getting better at letting things be. Like The Beatles. I don't know all their music, but I at least know all the hits. I think that's where the enrgy is.

The only advice I'd ever give anyone is to take a walk and listen to music at the same time.

And normally I keep that advice to myself... But there you go. A freebie.

You don't owe me crap for it. Just your time.

I may watch a movie tonight. I'll let you know how it is tomorrow.

Love, Me

Wherever You Go, I Am There (Here)


August 20, 20XX


Hello.

I don't always have a thing to say, but maybe when there's little to say that's the best time to be saying it.

I watched the movie INLAND EMPIRE last night. It reminded me of you. Because it made little sense, but it really moved me when all was said and done.

I used to think the phrase was "when all is said in done." More proof that I'm not so smart.

What else is new... I'm writing to you with thoughts I have already have and some I have as I'm thinking about them.

My mind is in the clouds some. But at least there is shade.

I have been reading books and keeping my nose in the sand, if that makes sense.

Not that that matters. And I wouldn't be caught dead reading, I'll tell you one thing.

But getting caught dead is the least of your worries when you're dead.

Enough of this heaviness.

Torn Between A One Thing And Another Whole Thing


August 19, 20XX


Good afternoon to all.

I am constantly promising things to myself but that doesn't mean I have to feel bad about being hard on myself. But I feel bad for not being so hard on myself, and I feel bad for promising to myself that I will stop promising things to myself. I am being hard on myself for that as well.

I feel anxious about things, but not all things. Living a normal life creates anxiousness, and so does the other kinds. Improper grammar and everything else. Some of it keeps me up at night, some of it don't.

You aren't gonna see me crying or acting sad at the bowling alley, if that articulates things a little better.

This year it feels like I have much less than I did the year before. I have to be a bit stingy. But thankfully, I have this website, and I am quite generous when it comes to consonants and vowels.

There, there, you have to say (to me): And you're doing a goob job, and everything else.

And please remind me that nobody is even reading this crap anyways.

And if they are, they should know that I'm your every day regular ass hole, just like the rest of them.

The Periodic Table Of

Sex Emo


Directed by Jordan Giordano.

Computer Broke. Now It Fixed Again!!!


April 24, 20XX


Hello!

Thanks to all who was able to attend AwesomeFest4 on 4/20.

It's a bit back to normal life now, though... It was a week of festivities and things, but when your life is always festivities, is it really always festivities?

Then there is nothing to be festive about.

Sometimes life entails us being so normal - walking down the sidewalk and drinking water and coffee and Coca Cola, and listening to music in our headphones, restarting the same song after the minute mark just so we can hear a specific little part of it - it brings us some kinda joy, but it's hard to say what exactly. We just want to hear that part!

That's the point though to make. Cause festivals aren't 365 days a year... This we know.

Listening To Chinese Style Music


April 7, 20XX


Good evening, all. This is a new update to keep you updated on how things have been. And from me to you, too. Because you know that I would love to hear from you as well and you can e-mail me any time. But what else can I say that you don't already know? This is a website called sex-emo.com. And sometimes there are products on the store that you can buy. What else is there to really say? I'd love to have you here all the time. There is sometimes new stuff added to the store, which will perhaps never be updated within this front page. You should follow the instagram for that. This page is only really here for no real reason. But that's kind of cool, eh?

Sex-emo is located in NY, NY. Which means it's such a crazy life for all. Every micro-interaction, every little happening & circumstance - it can lead to something beautiful or a real pain in yours or mine ass(es). It isn't always easy. Often times a pain in the ass, but it's what you make of it. Pains in the asses can lead to beautiful situations too, OFC.

I'm rambling. Sometimes after a long day here, it's all that's left. But I like the feeling of rambling. Coupled with that, I like rambling to a group of people that I cannot see, in hopes that they interpret something from it that even I cannot see. Perhapsably, that is where you come in.

Ok. I am being poured a glass of milk as we speak, and I'd much like to drink it. This is the lifestyle here in the beautiful city that I choose to live in. It isn't fantabulous or that crazy or anything. It's just kind of... Cool.

Hopefully you are doing something in your location where you feel similarly.

Love, e

The Dallas Cowboys

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If At First You Don't Succeed, Pack Your Bags (Karaoke Video)


What the fuck does it mean? For me to mean something to anybody?


January 13, 20XX


I don't know why I keep writing down my thoughts. Nothing could convince me that anybody reads what I'm putting down. Maybe that's a defense mechanism of some sort, to tell myself that everybody's lying.

But what if you're lying?

I've been preconditioned to accept lying and ly-ers, to the point where I assume everything that feels good to hear is a lie.

What's with all the graveness, here anyways?

If it's really such a ghost town here, I could spend it being in a good mood at least. Like that episode of Twilight Zone, where the world ends, and then fella with the glasses is so excited to get to catch up on all of his books, because he's the last sad sack alive on this Earth.

If the world ends, I won't be spending any time reading.

If I'm the last idiot on the planet, I'd rummage through everybody's journals.

The memories belong to nobody now.

The books I've read about the Zombie Apocalypse couldn't prepare me for the doomed feeling I get when I can finally reveal - to myself - the way you feel - about me.

No, I'm just kidding. You never even mentioned me.

Good Night. And Good Day, sir!

I would kill my best friends to ensure that this feeling never ends


January 6, 20XX


Welcome to the future. Hope all is well from the past.

Wish that I could keep promises. But early on I was trained to lie quite well. And it is difficult to reverse-engineer these things sometimes. And the only reason anybody ever lies ever even is to contain another person's frustration. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYING.

Thanks to all that have supported sExEmO in this time. Any time I send thanks for that, I feel as if it is all coming to an end. And maybe it should. But yet, it isn't. And I could never be so honest about something that absolutely is not a lie, moreso than right now... So yeah, that's a thing...!

Today brings forth snow to New York City. I love weather - everyone who knows anything knows this about me. I'll say it again - I love weather. It seemed like a mere months ago that I was speaking about the dead of summer. And now that I do the math, it turns out it was that many months ago. Only a mere.

I get tired of the same tired conversations about folks being tired from the way the winter makes them depressed, as if they are anticipating it 250 days out of the year. If you're ever anticipating something, you will never reach what you were planning, giving you at least a fraction of dissapointment. If you let winter depress you as it comes, then it will be a way better depression, IMHO. If that makes any fucken' sense.

I don't mind at all being sad. Sometimes it's completely hilarious, the way it makes me feel.

What are you looking forward to this year?

E-mail me any old time. e@sex-emo.com

Jaren Morganelli Mini-Skateboards

I LIED


October 23, 20XX

Again, I lied. I said I would update the site daily. But to fuck with it. I'm just one really stupid damn person. Can anyone be mad at me for that... This I ask of you.

There is a plethora of random fuckery going on amongst the Sex Emo HQ, which means there is more new stuff coming to your home screen, and your mailbox. Or at least one can hope. But that's wishing well, perhaps.

I don't even know what I'm talking about a large fraction of the time. I think I'm talking just to talk, or sometimes that's what I hope. But I can be an optimist like that. My glass is always 3/4 empty.

Thanks to everyone who has shown support - it means more than you think you know. I notice the people who respond to things, who send the e-mails, the people who are always buying stuff from the store - I really do look at everything. I never mean to NOT respond to things.

I am - to a degree - busy. I used to meet people who claimed to be busy, and it always seemed untrue. It would be in a restaraunt, or perhaps in a park. And I would ask a person, How Have Things Been? And they would say, Busy. So Busy That I Don't Have Time For Anything Else.

Most of the time it seemed like bull hockey, if you ask me. Sending emails, drawing images, updating a site, how much time can that really take from one son of a bitch's life?

And wouldn't you know it, somewhere along the lines, I have become a busybody. I didn't want it to be the case, but here we are now. I'm busy, when asked the question. And I feel it, too. But it's a good busy. Being busy, or at the very least, telling myself I'm busy, has been of great service.

Busy-ness is the ultimate distraction from the fear and sadness that comes from all the bull shit that makes our skin itch from time to time. When I'm utilizing my busy-ness, I'm not thinking about getting sick and dying as much. I'm much too busy to think about dying.

And when I do Dye, fortunately it will be in the midst of me being so busy, that I won't have had time to say sentimental goodbyes, long hugs, promises that we will meet again.

I've had too much to drink (energy-drink-wise).

Thank you to anyone who has kept me busy.

E-mail me any old time.

Stress Ball State Champions


October 10, 20XX

I won't take another sorry sonofabitch telling me to drink more water. Do you think I forgot all those times you told me to Eat More Kale?

Save for beach escapes and family vacations, I don't have many memories that I can't remember. I have thoughts I have yet to think about, most of them pertaining to the things I have yet to - and will - do.

I told myself I'd do something, and I convince myself the problem is that I forgot.

But that kind of goes against what I was saying earlier.

But I am the king of taking things back. And who knows it better than you?

You can leave whenever you want. But if there's one thing I'm known for, it's recording the time.

Putting your socks on two socks at a time


October 9, 20XX

There are so few things available - in stores or out - that are under five dollars.

But for you, I'd give you my five cents, for free, any day of the week.

There's few grassy knolls that I'm NOT skeptical about... But I'll spare you the details...

Can we agree to disagree? Or just flat out agree?

We can shake on it, or bicker until the roosters make that noise they make to wake up the both of us.

I'm not tied to the noise either - I agree, we can make our own.

I never liked when people roosted anyways

Music is amazing


October 5, 20XX

My current favorite music
  1. Longplay of Super Mario RPG: Legend of the Seven Stars (SNES)
  2. Longplay of The Sims (PC)
  3. Longplay of The Sims (PS2)
  4. Longplay of Final Fantasy X (PS2)
  5. Longplay Lemonade Tycoon (PC)
  6. Longplay of Advance Wars (GBA)
  7. Longplay of Sonic CD (US)(PC)
  8. Longplay of Contact (DS)
  9. Longplay of Super Bomberman 3 (SNES)

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What a time to be a nice


October 4, 20XX

Hello all. Hope all has been good for everyone. we are moving into the fall swimmingly. The sun gets bored of us a little earlier each day. The public pools are now officially pointless. The leaves turn into angels, and things like that. It makes me nostalgic, which... I guess every season does.

I love seasons, I guess... Call me crazy.

But the fall time makes me really feel something... I saw someone on the Internet refer to nostalgia as the happiest version of sadness. I found that ridiculously amazing and I completely agreed. It can be distracting though, nostalgia. I find that I can get wrapped into my own memories a bit too much sometimes. And as time goes on, the gap between an objective memory and nostalgia shortens. Sometimes I'll get hyper about something that happened two years ago, something that was insignificant at the time. Like getting dinner from the hot bar at Whole Foods, or laying across a bench in a park at 7PM.

Ok, moving on.

There is new stuff appearing soon on the store. It's old stuff, I should say. Or I guess I should say it's just a re-stock. Which isn't that exciting on paper. I don't like to make things exclusive or limited. I just have very no money.

It's even funnier considering, comparatively, our stuff is on the low $ price margin. To be both Cheap and Limited is a hilarious business model.

I do end up feeling bad when people can't get stuff that they want, however. If people want stuff, then that makes me really excited, still. So therefore, a re-stock on some shirts and wristbands.

The silver lining is that, considering I do the entirety of the shipping/processing/etc, it gives me a bit less of a workload, and I can generally ship things out day-of or day-after. (Which leads to a side-note: If you are waiting on an order for two weeks, send an email, because there has probably been an issue).

But! There's also new stuff coming in the fall/winter season. Some random crap... More girl's stuff for girl's. I'm always conflicted between doing "drops" and just... adding new crap to the store when I feel like it. The "drop" formula just feels tired sometimes... What do you guys think?

I'd like to know more about what you guys think. I'm aware that Instagram is the central hub for social crap, but... to hell with it. Send me an e-mail about anything. Thoughts on weather, or movies. Or send a poem, or a drawing, or you wearing a wristband while you work at McDonald's.

(AND... If you are a girl who designs girls clothes and can make a tech pack, send me an e-mail as well. YES! I am looking to hire.)

e@sex-emo.com

-e

Posted on September 19

Just in time for Halloween!!!



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Sometimes it seems like all there is to do is stress about things beyond your control. Most of the things that are out of my control are packages not being delivered to my doorstep in a timely manner. Timely manner meaning within three days, usually. If it says ESTIMATED DELIVERY DATE TODAY or OUT FOR DELIVERY and I don't see my package before I go to sleep that night, I will have stressful dreams about losing things.

I once ordered a Ramones hoodie off of the Internet so many years ago, more years than I care to count out loud. It took so long to receive the hoodie, by the time it was delivered, I was a size larger, and could no longer fit in it. I was too fat for it by the time it was delivered, is what I am telling you.

I do all the shipping for SexEmo products. Similar to the stress I get waiting on packages, I feel it when being in charge of fulfilling other people's orders. To the point where I will often have them shipped out the next day, or the day of.

I have forgotten what my point was. Thanks to everyone who has ordered sex-emo.com products.

If you have been waiting on an order for a long time, maybe it is time to get into contact with me. Maybe you already have, and I forgot to send out your order. Email me at e@sex-emo.com.

If you have any cool ideas or drawings, feel free to send it to e@sex-emo.com.

Jacob Dawkins, Pure Skateboarding.

New shirts online Friday, probably? 8/11?

The instagram account is down again... As in, this is not the first time it has happened. It seems like a glitch in the matrix. There is no abusing in any community guidelines on my behalf... so i don't know what the hell. It makes me want to both 1. do more with the website, sex-emo.com and 2. actually abuse community guidelines if i ever get un-suspended. but there is little good that comes from being vindictive. My digital footprint is big enough. i wear size 11 shoes, for any shoe companies who want to collaborate.

I love being on the internet, is my main point... I would love to continue adding content to this website. Niche clothing companies are OK... But having a website is... Now that's something else.

So my point? I suppose I will take contributions to the website at this juncture. I'm not sure what that entails... But if you make comics, or really short stories, or have a really cool photo skateboarding or fingerboarding or surfing the web in a sex emo lanyard, something like that, feel free to e-mail it over.

Hope everyone who has a job has a good day at work today.

Today, your love.

Tomorrow, the world.

The day after that, your love again.

The day after that, possibly the world, again...

The day after that, your love again...

The day after that, I may put a little more effort into doing both Your Love and The World.

Separating is exhausting,

And I find myself getting too anxious for the next day.

Imagine a world where it's both your love and the world...


But for now... Tomorrow, the world.

Hey.

It's me the guy who does the website.

Anywhomst...

What is going on all? Things have been okay over here on the internet. It seemed like it'd be cool to post an update on the website because part of me believes nobody besides me looks at the site at all. And I only look at it to make sure it looks right on a phone. If you are looking at the website, then I'd gather that you're a pretty interesting one. Hah. That's kinda cool either way.

I wish there was more to say sometimes. But often of the sometimes, I find myself wishing I had said less.

There is always an abundance of things to think, though. Don't you think? I am currently re-playing through a re-production cart *GASP* of Mother 3 and listening to some music... but not the most I've ever listened to. But quite a bit.

Anyways, what's new with you guys? If you're actually reading this send over an email.

And be so happy because when you die it's oftentimes forever

It is a wonderful day to drink water in the big city.
Goodness heavens, however... If not drinking water, then what!
I drink from the water fountains installed at all the parks near where I love to sit and stand and think about things.
It makes me think of my dear friend from when I was grade 2. Aaron. He would kneel over the fountain, drinking so much water. Knowing well and certain that I was behind him in line, waiting on him to finish...
Aaron would raise up from the water fountain, as if his thirst was quenched, turn around to look at me, and then shake his head NO, and go back to drinking even more of the water. The prankster, Aaron was... I would tell him to save some for the fishes... But the few who ever take the fishes into consideration are niceboys and fishermen...
Aaron was a great friend, but a mischief maker... And he rarely thought about the fishes.
But yet... Somebody has to...
The end...?


Sweatbands... It's what's for summer.

I love Harry potter and board games and books and even other things.... I guess you could say i'm kind of a nerd... LOL....


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I was actually the first guy to reinvent the wheel... but y'all ain't ready for that conversation. lol

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Me and Everyone Else T-Shirt

What the fuck do you think I’m thinking?

And what the fuck do you think I care what you think?


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