I don't like bracing myself for bouts of terrible information.
Bad news,
bad news,
bad news,
Fuck, it's everywhere.
It drips off the noses of everyone,
it's laying on my bed,
it's flying in the sky,
it's glowing red,followed by green.
It's handsome, and it's smiling at me.
It's fragile and decaying on my front porch.
It's making me blush
so hard that I've forgotten about complexion.
It's burning down my forrest.
bad news.
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