Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh No! We're Talking For Real This Time, by 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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