who wants to buy me a pack of reds and listen to never meant by american football. preferrably on a roof. preferrably in a hotel. preferrably in a room i don't know of. preferrably somewhere that doesn't remind me of anything. i'm bored with being reminded. i don't know how american football would reach us.
i'd rather nothing reach us.
i'd rather nothing reach
i'd rather nothing
i'd rather
i'd
i'
i
i am_
>hiding in my mother's bathroom,
>>lights off,
>>>song on,
>>>>senses 20/20
my hands are looking old.
Friday, January 23, 2009
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