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[21 Oct 2005|11:37am] |
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learning from mistakes and swollen-turned-imploded hearts is myth and leaping forword blindly is fact.
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| poems for cunts |
[21 Sep 2005|12:17am] |
 DANIELA, MY FRIEND, YOU ARE SORT OF DRUNK, I OWN A MINIFRIDGE
fermented breath sour hour days a little happy happy hap ventured not from the airy new vacuum shelf
planted the frost, electric clean frost my sort of drunk friend could be my full blown drunk accompliace in another substatne binge
say 'fuck those "edge" twin tits' swallow with me hour out of my minifridge OUR happy happy hap our self served day
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[20 Sep 2005|11:22pm] |
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
-c.b
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