screw the complaining.
I'm proud to be me, and I don't give a damn whatever the hell it is you say.
I just wish I knew when you MEAN whatever the hell you say.
(But you make me want to be skinnier to please you.)
But to HELL with it--
I'll do what I want. You would-be-but-not-so-much-fatherly-PRIEST-figure. You're so blinded by propaganda, it's sardonically amusing and disappointing at the same time.
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