The warm night air is filled with the scent of honey suckles. The buildings smeared with orange from street lights up above. Everywhere I go, i catch fleeting mirages of a cat trailing me. A glimpse of a tail disappearing into the shadows, or of two miniature suns blazing as the rest of the cat remains hidden. Another one of my late night outings,
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yea dont tell me bye
dont tell me you have a lj
kevin knows all
and so does every one else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
great yea im so fucking special shit christopher michale hariss
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My name was just butchered in that reply you know...
would you by any chance be drunk?
Riftraft prehaps? streetrat even?!?!
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