| Et je manque de la capacité de n'importe quel poète improvisé Et je ne reconnaîtrai jamais que je feins ma voie par l'art Que j'aie nié ma promotion à Jésus Juste en échange de juste vos fléchettes. --S.C. Umbi |


Home LifeToday I revisited our neighbours cornfield Behind that crystal diner Where the skeleton of your Camero still lays, beached And thats why Ive returned to youHome Life
With a bouquet of sunflowers And an empty can of oil Today
And I thought maybe Their dogs could use the exposure Decked in UV rays Passively patrolling bordered lines --I think they need some culture
But I brought you one too, friend A sunflower to satiate your thirsting tongue Because you denied McDonalds
After realizing how idiotic Your voice sounded th


Lights Out Chptr.8So Brendon Tell me. Do you really believe in these things?Lights Out Chptr.8
I do.
Hm
The nurses whispered waxy comforts, which rapidly evolved into gritted, exasperated truths as they pushed and diminished Yanks straw defenses. And by the wrist, she caught a swatting, stick arm. She could feel the muscles buried underneath tighten and as an impulse, startle reflex his head snapped in her direction. And he paused, completely shut down. He allowed her one solid gaze upon her prey, her specimen. The tears leaked unwillingly, like a lemon squeez
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I believe the ones that seek the truth, and doubt the ones who find it
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Abiit, excessit, evasit, erupit
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For I sing a song that doesn't sin.
Its always his fault. >=
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Uh....excuse me...Do you have any cold noodles?
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I believe the ones that seek the truth, and doubt the ones who find it
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Abiit, excessit, evasit, erupit
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For I sing a song that doesn't sin.
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Uh....excuse me...Do you have any cold noodles?
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She wears shorts over her pants, fuck that excuse!
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