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hours_aid October 17 2006, 13:39:56 UTC
Purple Hair. PURPLE hair. Try a mantra at 6:30 in the morning of my heart is a fucking ern. Suzee Shouting Robert Wake Up You Have A Fever.
To Be A Mother Of fiction of mid fiction
I wont call. I AM BITTER.
and you have seen me angry, kylie.
it holds no weight. I was born to become a priest or saint but instead I chain smoke and avoid the sunlight.
The suicide note- but hardly dead. A good morning- I dread this day and tomorrow. But I am not unhappy- stupidly struggling - that these friends- only miles away in naples
are bullshit and i crave you
they want to fuck and infect me
you are beauty - your words iwas talking about earlier on the cellphone
they run like gunpowder thru my veins
Everymorning I awake coverd in Gold.
Pulling my pillows with my teeth
Playing it is you inside my mouth
Never trap a capricorn - never seduce one either.
She will struggle and rebel.

One time I had a conversation that if one were to leave a goat locked in a bedroom the entire room would be destroyed within an hour.
I am going to work. The beauty industry has claimed the idea boredom .
Smite me later.

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