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This is america.It's a one of a kind.You can buy shit at the store.You can bide your time.
10 years 10 months ago
This shit is hotbundled up in my bowels.Oh how it boils,how it makes me howl.Bran muffins and coffee,
10 years 10 months ago
Cry is somethings that we use to see in the darma
Right! We got the feeling form Darmas.
10 years 10 months ago
Cold, Hard Steel beneath my fingertips
Smooth wooden neck on the palm of my hand
10 years 10 months ago
As I sit here in the mire, with my desires bursting at the seams,
10 years 10 months ago
Even though I left,
the questions are still the same.
I left so they's stop.....
10 years 10 months ago
Why do I can't tell which is which.
Between the real and fake.
Why do I still need ansew to our question?
10 years 10 months ago