Mittwoch, 29. April 2009


i got out my wire and i feel like to french kiss a heeler.
thank you, medico.
my tongue tasted furred, my limbs feel like blancmange.

i need sevenhundred brews. NOW.
i feel queasy from the coconut ice cream with dark chocolate in it.


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