Saturday, November 28, 2009

sweet child, looking bright on the outside, nightmare on the bench beside...a mild wind is sweeping you in the dirt,gently with the dirt, and a strong thunder make's you eat your dirt since you hurt the weakest bird. since your so shit, take you're shit, cos you ain't shit, i'm the shit.
to ma puce!!! tucked in my cave thinking of you loving you for making me laugh

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