Man I'm going to fucking heaven.
When I get's the hell up there I'm having Lime Ricki's.
Fucking iced Rickies.
That, and fucking parties for fucking ever.
I'm dancing with swell Angel hipster boys.
This till the 12 rainbow suns set, and the twenty neon moons rise.
They'll be free alternate side of the street parking for all.
Then the magic flying 1928 flying Bugatti races.
Ha!
That happy noise is just the first five minutes.
After that we plan shit.
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