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Stalker children Fatrick fans...
Bossmanjack sisters....
Nick Rekieta Won.
Hello whiskey, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains,
Within the sound of whiskey pouring
In restless bars I walked alone
Narrow rails of cheap patron
'Neath the halo of a web cam lamp
I turned my face towards the simps and vamps
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a slobber mutt
That split the night
And touched the sound of whiskey pouring
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking shit about me
People hearing me talk incoherently
People writing memes, that filled me with a rage
and no one dared
Disturb the sound of whiskey pouring
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Whiskey is what makes my channel grow
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of mockery
And then the Alawgs bowed and prayed
To the corn god... they made
And the slobber mutt flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the mutt said, "You must pull up, terrain,
before you are written on the mountain walls
And "know your meme logs"
And whispered in the sounds, of whiskey pouring.