Mixing, mixing, mixing
Mixing… Mixing
More mixing…
And more mixing.
Mixing, mixing.
Been mixing for days.
Running, running, running
Running… running
More running…
And more running.
Running, running.
Been running for weeks.
I say it again and again.
It’s not that exciting anymore.
Same things over and over.
It’s not that exciting anymore.
Why aren’t you the witness?
Makes no sense in my business.
I’m not fucking around with you.
So listen up as I get paid
For nothing.
I’m waiting for you.
Imma be waiting.
To rape you.
Ha-ha I’m just kidding.
Or am I?
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Author:
Jalso (
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Comments1
Wowser! Thanks a TON for the translation....what a marvelous, and intriguing piece....oooh! And how eerie too, ending with such an inescapable warning, yet question, as if....? Fascinating.....I enjoyed it.
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