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Feb 25, 2004 23:01

this place exists on jumbled ideas and feelings of dis-satisfaction. Paint cannot cover the blood on these walls. I can't grasp this dream, I can only hide it, cloak the other and smother you. force fed lies of a meaningful life full of riches, treasures and fame. Fed the idea that love is the ultimate comfort and pleasure. With each dying ( Read more... )

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burnman February 25 2004, 22:31:37 UTC
I just wanted to reassert that I love you man. If you have time during the weekend come down and sex Grant and I.

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deathbydreaming February 26 2004, 20:48:57 UTC
your right that was "deep".

haha
<3

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