2002-05-13 | YOU ARE FAR AND AWAY MY MOST IMAGINARY FRIEND
written long ago, and far away. (actually, it may have been like a 20 minute drive from here, but it was like a few years ago.) "ANCHORMAN" you can't escape it, no you can't escape you can't erase it, the big fat mistake i am your anchorman, and i own you i am the anchorman that laughs at the things you do i will own you 'til the day that you break down and weep i'll pretend i don't know you, 'til you wake from that sleep get up, get out, let out emotions run so- deep, you seek- revenge for what they did to me. Release- your grip from him, because he is dead, now you can't ignore it, you can't deny you'll underscore it, the big fat lie i am your anchorman, pulling your hair i am the anchor that holds you down to your chair i've got your roots, and there's blood ripping off 'em have you ever seen anything so completely awesome? before you have to fight your own wars
- premature ejaculation
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