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Mar 31, 2005 17:12

Principles playing second hands to your eyes as you're playing the villian. It's my sancitiy. Its the last of me. And the brightest eyes hush about the most precious developments.

Good heart cardio.
Good God Buckwheat.
The grain of tasteless youth.
I turn these waters when spotlights heard burning these ounces of volitile flesh for seconds and seconds.
"The mirror is actually all that a mirror can be."
A tortise in a half shell.
would know more of my own.
The surrender is priceless and evenly negotiated in tasteless gestures.

The drops and baths so obsolete and creatin.

my
hands
still
chafed;

Pouring.

It seems a dirty little story, "And wired so prominently."
When i wake up from Christmas,
I will show you.



When you're a kid, you don't have to worry about you're weight.
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