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The drummer for Lit is coming to my place tomorrow to buy a snare drum from me


Then during sleep, I also dream up and brainstorm
I'd go with "U make me cum... u make me cumplete... u make me cumpletely miserable"


Didn’T LisTen
Sometimes I post shit like this, and I imagine Patrick furiously trying to somehow dox me by reaching out to the Lit guy, or finding out what church or venues I gig at, but then I remember that none of that even matters, because I could literally send him a photo of my driver’s license and ss card and he couldn’t do a goddamn thing to me, lol.