If thruth is to be told, I don't know...

But at time I feel that pigs fly out of their skin and a Mister chops them to bits,
and a cloud of yellow sauce rains down on the plate I order while newly fried potato dances up to it.

if my meal is GI?

I've to buy those fucking newspaper to be sure about.
...and i'm no sucker like the rest.

..Trash!

White as powder that makes some days possible (i'm a rockstar like that)

Now know your feelings..

the trouth is out there,swimming upstream for when the time comes.

No download will change that
or that the feeling that you homo sapians can cum whenever..

this has a ring of thruth, I know!