Your a lover in my bed and a gun to my head.

Jan 04, 2005 21:24

I've forseen my death.

(I'll be very poor,)

I'm about 40-45

(living in a shitty apt.)

I'll (just) slowly die from

(depression clutching jack
daniels)

whisky

(and)

thus

(i'll
have memiors and other novels without)

ends

(written and scattered everywhere.)

The last Rousson.

(Did i mention i am scared of this coming true.)

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rodgedontchug January 5 2005, 02:45:13 UTC
sorry i was talking to michelle and this came up and ive been reading too much E.E.Cummings. so i gave it a shot.

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_hold_me_close January 5 2005, 19:41:39 UTC
your racist !

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Michelle anonymous January 5 2005, 19:59:05 UTC
My prediction is you will obtain a buetiful wife and have 7 sons!

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howwonderful January 6 2005, 18:24:17 UTC
Naught.

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