the baby cake eating picture captures your mulitfaced essence far better than i ever could. angeles, tori amos and hooverphonic covers of depeche mode the nasty... um drag fuck the picnic sounds perfect, i love to cook and you love to eat so whatever you want... i can make red white or whatever wine belongs in jugs the controversy surrounding you... always were all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars are you really that tall?
your facial expressions when listening to stories the song savannah by train kid nick, clowns in my coffee get you some polaroid film, discuss derrida and foucault you could forge that signature for cash... that was my dead grandmothers your love of the smiths, the party where i drank everything in bomb form, i think you were vaguely horrified nothing gold can stay are you happy? you seem layered with inmeasurable depth and i dont know if you are calm or concerned
Re: ooooh..do it for me..!:)dirrty_mulderApril 28 2006, 16:03:42 UTC
you are friendly and hilarious, mcguires, new years, you fucking rule cant get you out of my head, by flaming lips, covering the fake kylie drink car bombs ... or hang out with me while i fall off the elliptical trainer all the potential times to hang out... youre busy but youll try to pencil me in what a great roadtrip buddy you would be if i ever got ahold of you Be curious, not judgmental whitman do you ever answer your phone... would you like to a lawyer the rest of your life?
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angeles, tori amos and hooverphonic covers of depeche mode
the nasty... um drag fuck the picnic sounds perfect, i love to cook and you love to eat so whatever you want... i can make
red white or whatever wine belongs in jugs
the controversy surrounding you... always
were all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars
are you really that tall?
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the song savannah by train kid nick, clowns in my coffee
get you some polaroid film, discuss derrida and foucault
you could forge that signature for cash... that was my dead grandmothers
your love of the smiths, the party where i drank everything in bomb form, i think you were vaguely horrified
nothing gold can stay
are you happy? you seem layered with inmeasurable depth and i dont know if you are calm or concerned
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cant get you out of my head, by flaming lips, covering the fake kylie
drink car bombs ... or hang out with me while i fall off the elliptical trainer
all the potential times to hang out... youre busy but youll try to pencil me in
what a great roadtrip buddy you would be if i ever got ahold of you
Be curious, not judgmental whitman
do you ever answer your phone... would you like to a lawyer the rest of your life?
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ever.
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