journal 2006
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
it is a mistake to think that there are thoughts that end
i want to know how the world fell into place
a symposium of drunken fools
join me for a cup o' cha
i drink something i don't even like bitch
glide your toes
feels like ice
darkness descended like a stone tooth
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