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We demand answers. Shame on Dauphin County. Shame on every single person responsible for the death of so many people. inside of this building here. Shame on them for the neglect of our children, of our parents, of our neighbors.

We demand that the family be allowed to see their son, their brother, their child's father, cousin, nephew. We demand they be able to see his body because it is their right as his family. It does not belong to the prison. It does not belong to the county. It does not belong to Graham Hetrick. It belongs to the people right here.

That's not what she's asking for. Okay, that's fine. Hold on.

Who's gonna feel my pain? Who's gonna say my name? Ain't no choice but to be brave

Beetlejuice burns like a lantern tonight atop her dim, celestial stage. Auburn flares bursting in bountiful leaps as she twirls over ferns, engulfing the hapless room of heavenly bodies within her warm, corporeal crest.

We're closer than ever before. We've created and laughed and cried as a family. Now we gather together once more. To raise a warm glass of homemade butterbeer Despite her best efforts, our fandom's still here We'll be back with a vengeance to fight on next year But now's time for rest, coziness, and good cheer Wear your coziest cloak to the party The Hufflepuffs brought us all snacks

Finn Knitter's made everyone a Weasley sweater And there's Finnfic enough to fill Santa's sack As we raise a warm glass of homemade butterbeer Despite her best efforts, our fandom's still here Be back with a vengeance to fight on next year But now's time for rest, coziness, and good cheer

Jingle spells plays as our soundtrack Academics are deep in debate Cosplayers trade tips on schoolhouse clerk linings Laughter and chatting keep us up late So raise a warm glass of homemade butterbeer Despite her best efforts, our fandom's still here We'll be back with a vengeance to fight on next year

But now's time for rest, coziness, and good cheer We'll raise up a glass of homemade butterbeer Despite her best efforts, our fandom's still here We'll be back with a vengeance to fight on next year But now's time for rest, coziness, and good cheer

Thank you.

They said it's not you, but it's them. But hell, you won't just want to scream and cry. There's so much to do, it's a long way to go. And now I'm too old to close. Just all the pain was in disguise. And questions pierced my soul.

Thank you.

But I know that something's wrong, cause you're just trying to grow. I'm trying to do the same, but you've sunk in your teeth and little pain. Feel like it's out of my control, but that's the world is yet again. But even in a bad place in your soul, there was no one to blame. Time is a thing, it just can't be.

She knows her youngest days live behind her, and she has traveled light years to experience the searing bliss dwelling within this moment, passing through her skin in a solar maelstrom of sweat, lace, and elemental grace. After the spotlight has died, in the green room mirror, counts the wrinkles on her cheeks with a sublime smile, like a bruised passion fruit poised to plummet.

But even if from darkness some things you said were true Pushing my luck just to know you went far You said it time and time again I could not be back to the store in December For there's something about this overhaul Seems I've got what I'm doing I resist the thought of myself I'm really bad at it So don't tell me guitar solo

And expectations made by hope That I'm the love you thought so long ago But love can be a selfish thing Think of who you really do know A bunch of friends or something else All just ways to try to box it in But don't you change for someone else You should grow it for yourself guitar solo Am I just lying to myself? Can't be just Say, fuck it, what's the worry? Sometimes things will be used.

meant to be together.

Yoko Geishu!

Yoko Geishu!

was a kick and some processing made the bass line sound thick bring the snare out the compression working magic guitar line sicker yo i think we got a classic that keyboard or whatever it is it sounds amazing looking like therapists on vacation no patience i shine like the sun y'all drying out like raisins y'all basic archaic faithful to staying craving not nicholas i'm a flipper stable so ridiculous then i react like a convict and start killing shit mind activated with stimulus feeling limitless i'm a prodigy cause of habit becoming infamous stacking

We'll be right back.

You start your piece again, the T-sick and K-9 unit It's a matter of time before I'm made, I'm stupid My playwright and tool, if a snake bite wounds to caress me Look at me with the same eyes as Kubrick addressed me as such too Man, fuck you, circle tight knit But you try to bring a plus to Bust through limits like an unmixed beat Even if it's basically lupus, still on repeat Keep a piece of paper folded up inside my left pocket So when he thought it's poppin' in my head, I can jot it It's just me double-knottin' what I've already acknowledged It's nothin' but a me thing, this the new chronic

so i'ma crack it over a skull and leave a fossil fly like legato fly like a swallow murder music all the bullet sounds staccato heat of the moment speakers choking my speaker broken mentally reloading my pencil seeking an evil poem i speak at home i'm releasing demons i feel them slowly peeking through the window our microphone is an evil totem i spit so much a fraction of it it's preceding ocean i learned that freedom deceives you it only leaves you lonesome you was never told that growing up you

I can't take it serious because people We'll be right back. We'll be right back. I hit you with idea after idea Plus I say exactly what you think it like

2077.

Too broad, too cubist I fall apart, I turn away How do I not frighten

A moment.

It'll be like this For the rest of my life Look at me Say, hey, hey Is love, is love, is love

Thank you.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

I was out playing shows and everything was great I was in my element, I was on cloud nine Nothing could get me down Something was very great My friends were sitting alone in a room Playing Fortnite, that's what you do They said, who needs to talk face to face? We've got Snapchat now, it's in its place They said, who needs real friends? We've got internet

And if you ask us what century we're from We'll say the century of neck injuries We're insecure kids La la la la la We just need the wings to fly We're insecure kids Never go outside I was sitting by my door When I heard a knock I'd never heard before I looked through the peephole to see Oh no, it was reality

I've got an overdue Passing to me Oh can't you see It's true to be I'll take you around the world And show you the things You couldn't stop Like the deaths and the wars Everywhere We're insecure kids La la la Just need the wings to fly We're insecure kids Wanna lay down and cry We're insecure kids

You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream

Wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream You gotta wake, wake, wake, wake up from this dream We're insecure kids La la la la la We'll just need the wings to fly We're insecure kids That's the one right? Why didn't you say that?

Josh Groban. What's up bitches? It's Chad Woodland.

We'll be right back. Let me back up for him, let me back up, yo, yo. My niggas bullshit 2012. I don't fuck around, Donnie. It's the most real. I see you first, but your hoes damn real. I do a sale to hold my dick and pump it.

Cops blow up. What's up the world? Tony Dang, present Black Nine. I told you, 7,000 carats up.

Don't watch the hype. What kind of things that you have? When I find out, don't expect me to stop. I'll come for the things that you stack, and come for all the things that you block. But I ain't over the match. Your boys know when they see you shot. If I kick down the door to your flat, then I know I can write your house on the spot. All the things in the house. All the things in the fridge.

All your plates on your rack. All your pieces, toys. I don't know why. I don't know why. I don't know why. If you don't get out of the car Throw in the steam and shoot in the star You better not dare me now I don't care if you got friends in the car I'll put you in Pantolia's spot Watch out when they roll out of the car Run down the road, I'm chasing them far Why do they come back from the start?

I don't know why

Just do your best.

You little shit!

Now in slow-mo.

You guys are so loud.

No way.

Oh, quit faking. You'll be fine. Ready, ready, ready, ready.

I'm Food Guy. And if you need food, and you're in the mood, just hit me up if you can't decide on what to eat. Dude, thank you, food guy. I really needed you. Ugh, no problem. What did you need help with?

Damn, Brandon, this is crazy.

I say so long. My time, my time. Don't you like my time, my time? Put your mind and I'm popping off the time line. And I take a whistle for it. Call me, put your mind. I say so long. My time, my time. Don't you The six o'clock. Six o'clock. Six o'clock. Six o'clock. Thank you.

Sewing the long white seam.

Thank you.

Can't open up, let anybody in Cause they will see my faults, they will see my sins This inability is in itself a fault If they try to get close, they hit a fucking wall I hide myself from view, always just out of frame Hard not to run away, find a new place and name I've done it before, and I'll do it again Why can't I be okay? Why can't I just be a good friend?

I can't lose when the truth moves Suicide quits soon, so who's who?