I need to be the president with a gun

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I looked at a photograph of a girl who I could have impregnated with choice and she pregnant with fat and her freckled face is a new shape around her eyes and her blonde hair is further away. I deserve the knowledge of the perfect world surrounding me with the earth below holding the weight of ever thing the best. I could have struck her with my hand and held a tazer to make her sweat. Executive action from the commander and chief. I would never be assassinated. I should have been president a decade ago. The muscles under taut skin should have been my constituents and her kiss my president vice. How many people is she voting for? I am going to cry in my dreams and remember this until I accept my nomination. Never forget.

I will be the president with a gun.
 
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