spill
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
12:06
27112006, 0638hrsmy lips are numb of such words.feels forever or so. it hurts.your hair is growing, dont you know?my pistol is filthy. hike de death toll.my eyes are sore of such sights.you never note de what's-insides.de soots of what-holds are unnerving.please dont tell me you are Fancy.my arms tire of reaching out.de doll has piled too much dust.cobwebs are harmful, havent you heard?she will spin you around.up high on life.walk on me, run on you.f*ck that glue.