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Oct 20, 2008 02:04

i keep saying that i don't see your face in the moon any more. that i don't see the moon any more. that i only take baths and think about the contents of my medicine cabinet, or the calluses that have formed on my toes and hands . . .  anything but you and that terrible replacement.

regina regina regina nina nina nina janis janis janis

it is the only way out. me and the ladees.

no more moon face. no more pony love. all over.

antony concert was the bomb. brocade dressy white times and beyonce styles.

i refuse to love.

moon hardship

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