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Apr 23, 2006 18:45

The steamed pane glowed from the backdrop moon like a two-by-two square sun sitting next to you in the passenger seat. In the foreground we were found held still in a cast of radio lights and sound. I wasn't thinking of death when I began to undress, but my unhinged belt wrapped the thought around my neck. Summer swearing comes freely cause we ( Read more... )

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anonymous April 30 2006, 01:27:47 UTC
i love this.
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emo_leary May 26 2006, 05:41:48 UTC
so do i; update with more plzz enriq

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