to fathom the power
i finally just broke down, and after night after night of injuries and life-long promises, i just rolled a phat spliff and smoked the shit out of it. and then we laid in bed, and i got the best rub on earth (that i have fucking deserved because i have bruised every limb flailing about the apartment like so) and then i woke up this morning. no in
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This is surprising, but encouraging to hear. I hope that you continue your flirtation with the wacky-backy and that stoned Rosemary slowly replaces caffeinated, drunk and/or post-coital ecstatic Rosemary. No, really, I'm kidding. To quote Billy Joel, who is not quoted often enough, I love you just the way you are.
A photo gallery of women's corpses? Get out! Leave it to Fremont to put something so macabre yet so intriguingly beautiful on display. Keep on not wasting household products and I will see you when I get back. To where I once belonged.
Sempre,
Kris
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