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hell of got a new icon

happy birthday you stoner!!! i mean wendsday! =)

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sin city was fucking sic
hella good mooovie wooo

pig destroyer is sic

Traced in a wet sand her name in perfect cursive.
A love letter to the crescent moon.
By tommorrow it will be gone I told her.
There is no tommorrow she said.
I can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing into the hiss of the wind.
Postcards from a paradise in flames.
She used to be so right.
So right about everything.

pretty in pink
she came to me
red lushush lips
golden hair
she shined
we walked the street in the moon light
i knew she wanted me to paint her
blood splatted on a wall like a canvas
my brush
my tool
my gun

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