 ...she's / hardly / what / she / seems / <3 |
| Invitation. |
Jan 28th, 2006 3:45:42 pm - Subscribe |
let the flies have it- They are hungry for blood, guts on the stairs; I have plenty to spare, enough to mark each tree, bless my way home. Under the table waltz to a minuet far far away. Roll up your hems and suck in your haws, the cracksare creeping up the walls. Here is an arm for you, a leg, a stole - mink pink turned inside out crying alive alive - oh, hey ! This is the call to dance, the kiss that won't betray. Hmm Comment? Tell me what you think? Dressed to kill // Joggin pants & hoodie Words of wisdom // You know you've achieved perfection in design, not when you have nothing more to add, but when you have nothing more to take away. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery |
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| mood: sleepless |
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| deathcab4u |
January 28th, 2006 |
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| I like it! You wrote that eh? I wish I were so creative with words. Hems, Haws, cracksare creeping. Woot woot! | ||
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