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aftermath of an interchange |
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Drexler_McStyles Member
since 2002-11-18
Posts 195Venice, Ca |
im a hatchet and I suspect my gecko has a roach in his cave I mean this literally even if its not true there is a pulse in my forehead it is a vodka beacon to remind me of the prize I have achieved for drinking the whole bottle I listen to Chris Martin bleed himself dry and thank my maker for the good things in life even though I usually run them over trying to get myself out of park rubbing salt into my wounds keeps me awake and aware of the coalition between black and white it sharpens the line between them and I am always in need of that particular service being a bit of a lazy eyed hack when it comes to the yellow light and the pedal on the right so today I shall ride my bike along lands end leave some breadcrumbs for my lily skinned lover in case she sneaks down the coast and surprises me with an impossibility in the more likely event of my sticking a paw in the pill jar you will be notified of any changes made to the club car décor to the inner sanctions we decorate with bold words and bright windows until then keep your skirt low to the ground and your eyes up in the clouds that is the way I see you now |
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Brad Majors 
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
awesome |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"rubbing salt into my wounds keeps me awake and aware of the coalition between black and white it sharpens the line between them" excellent and vivid, D |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
damn |
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