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The Novelist

ruttn
"I am Rüttn Stârjnä. I am a unicorn fart. I was born out of the butthole of a unicorn called Nikaisora. Someday i'll die. Between now and then i'm going to keep my shit together and sing my fucking heart out. I love unicorns. They're my people. One day i'll write a real biography."

sweat sucks

I am the president.
I am the very mischievious one.

But i can be the nicest too.
And im very shy at times like ----

So hello. Im less annoying now.
And im supposed to be on the news.

But it was raining. Heavily then disappeared.
I ran, we met, sweat sucks.
Letter passed, hello-goodbye.

And i dragged my way, turning back, walked ahead.
Hands down, went home.
Wanted to hug, but fucking wet.
The sweat, why the fucking sweat...



Its either about a boy that loves a girl or a girl who loves the boy.

And whadda ya know, i may be the coolest...

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