You’re furious. I never taught you to sing. You carry rocks in your head and pitch them. Without warning. Happy drunk. You’re furious. I beg you for sin. I beg your skin. You buy a whore. Don’t give her water. You’re furious.
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August 23rd, 2006 at 7:14 pm
OK. How did you do that??? Or did you? Excellent!
August 23rd, 2006 at 7:21 pm
I have no idea who did it. It’s something uncovered on the Web.