Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh No! We're Talking For Real This Time, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

they're just bullets that fuck up your appearance. shit that
won't hold tight to the brilliance you promised. so save
your appendage-crushing dialect for a later date, i'm just
as easy when i'm detroying my universe. and for you, the
lines have spewed enough. i'm through with us, i'm
through...
Posted: 2008-08-13 16:24:35 UTC

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