Not the one. One one thousand.

Jul 03, 2009 13:55


I want to meet an airplane. Boy or boys who smell like benzoyl peroxide. Rail Road Tracks. An island of genetic dinosaurs. My friends front yard I secretly threw up on. Hot tubs with sexy lights. Hotter cooler then the inside of the human body. Christmas tree blanket fort. Punched in the throat. McDonalds drive through. Bones on clay. Red clay firepit.

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