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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November 27th, 2006 at 9:35 pm
OK. Now that’s scary! I wouldn’t recognize you if I passed you on the street!!
November 28th, 2006 at 5:05 am
These look great on you!!! Very nice choice