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[beehee]

cocaine conciousness too full to speak wish praying for a free feeling of less relief more sex and the likeness of elvis carved into my breast pears arent like apples and im fucking backwards since the night before where is the condom, where are my friends. oh shit weve lost another one move on forget this is too sad for words i miss you and that

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[scarlette_rudie]

your friends are hiding behind a curtain, sitting in red satin chairs waiting for you to cover old material performed a lifetime ago

[perfect_pidgin]

self thoughts on a high mind may bend over heels to a submission were ye lack control of ones inner soul... but... yeah... may i be a friend:D