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00:59:20
Rachel McAdams, Colin Farrell, Vince Vaughn
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Fucking empty jars to hold this shitstorm,
I understand the ribs and the arms, but the hyoid?
and guess who his cellmate was
We got etouffee,
and it got its fishhook
Each one is so sure of their realness,
overreact,
Look at this, laceration to the abdomen,
kind of got blinders,
In that last nanosecond, they saw what they were,
You ever been in a gunfight?
Yeah. So while we were grilling B&E jerkoff and burn victims,
Yeah, but the lattices, the symbology--
♪ of the poison creosote ♪
It's a misalignment of synaptic receptors
and debauchery, and you know it.
Transference of fear and self-loathing
indecency, public exposure,
They welcom it,
...and when your heart hardened, made you liken to the stone,
He was hunch forward talking to her,
♪ she twine her spines up slowly ♪
or they were buss to Abbeville.
You mow my lawn? Hmm?
Vision skew, twists evidence.
...and when your heart harden, made you liken to the stone,
...telex the hospitals for patients that fit.
you sure fret about it an awful lot,
♪ and the rattlesnakes unfold ♪
drown, water in the lungs.
that you'll fall in love and be fulfil.
I brace him.
He absorb their dread with his narrative.
I'm sorry about that. I should've beg off.
that rewrite pathways in the brain,
Hurricane Andrew wipe most
People so goddamn frail they'd rather
Everybody is a fucking drama queen nowadays.
I believe you'll be adequately convinced
He shit himself, literally.
"Surely, this is all for me.
works offshore, drunkard.
Stop it. Go home. I don't want this anymore.
It is merely the limitation of your senses.
♪ she twines her spines up slowly ♪
came pretty regularly when we was in Eunice,
Definitely not shy about speaking his mind.
Mainly just got drunk in front of Notre Dame.
♪ and rise with me forever ♪
does that mean it feels twice as good,
4 months earlier, no prints,
Not everybody want to sit alone in a empty room
and sometimes not for long.
I'm so fucking important.
This last year, you've been a sulky teenager.
I mean, you're bonkers, just not on this.
You are strang to yourself, and yet He knows you...
I guess your judgment is infallible
The ontological fallacy of expecting
tall, scarred, sex offenders.
It an unmistakable relief, see, because they were afraid
just to get through the goddamn day?
People so goddamn frail they'd rather
to an authoritarian vessel.
It's a misalignment of synaptic receptors
You're obsessive, too, just not about the job.
They were sloppy about it.
Well, as arrogant as he could be,
People incapable of guilt
spent last year in solitary after a gang altercation.
pays for it, gets ashamed,
You are not flawed.