Just saying.

Sep 20, 2007 03:42

My dream girl don't exist,
and at the age of five she slit her wrists.
She didn't know that I'd be hanging around.
So one day she took a stroll to town,
and walked in front of a greyhound bound
for New York central state.

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forcedcreation September 20 2007, 16:53:11 UTC
lolzors, etc etc

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fwibos September 20 2007, 20:19:29 UTC
I thought you might like this.

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eoin_tomey September 21 2007, 02:49:40 UTC
Jason, always inspiring hope where ever he may go.

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fwibos September 29 2007, 09:34:51 UTC
Like the olde dope peddler, doing well, by doing good.

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