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Material Boy

Objects fly across the bathroom.
A shampoo bottle, towels, toilet paper.
I throw some behind my back
others inbetween my legs.

Some, i even strategically placed
like bowling pins, knocking them down.
I scored a 213 on my third game
until the products gave out,

Catching it's breath the hair comb says,
"i'm getting sore,"
the rest of the crowd agreed stating,
"we're at loss and you're fucking crazy."

I turned my back to them
and took another hit,
when the toothpaste asked for one.
He dropped the pipe before i could hand it,

So I picked him up and asked,
"what the fuck do you think you are?"
he replied,'
"I'm toothpaste."

and they were right.
I'm fucking crazy.
©2007-2009 ~raintherain
:iconraintherain:

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meh.

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:iconshodai:
Mhmm, I like it.

Did you mean "sore" here?
***Catching it's breath the hair comb says,
***"i'm getting [sore],"
:iconraintherain:
yes sir, thank you for pointing that out haha

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:iconthenakedlunch:
Fuck is like dried out egg shells, you should handle them carefully.

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