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[simplyshnurg]

hello.

i haven't got a clue what to do tonight, tomorrow morning, the following day, the following week, the following period of time until i die. it seems everything has a hidden barb, a fork tine coated with ricin. where did the old days go when only things written were read?

i'd like to be a love please

Comments

[anonymous]

jesus?
you mean that latino dude who painted my house?