Racoon's fuck twice.

Oct 17, 2006 03:24

I'm home at last after so many times not wanting to return. Today, I was with people. Some of them are real clever and think they know everything; like things I might be thinking for instance. They know, and I know that I am not their property. We go along shrugging.
You show up and play for five minutes. Game's over, and work's all done. They'll drive you around in circles on busy streets just to get the look on your face. Apparently I'm the one who's crazy.
Everything is all
good.
In place, and it's got the right beat to playalong. Ask me what's my braclet all about, and I'll tell you like that. Or beautiful something.
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