May 16, 2004 16:03
l o v e .
i make collect calls to home to tell them that i realize that everyone who lives will someday die and die alone.
my secrets for a buck, watch me as i cut myself wide open on this stage. yes, i am paid to spill my guts.
the harpoon is l o a d e d.
the cage is l o w e r e d.
the water is r e d.
l i k e y o u