Friday, February 23, 2007

I dream of shopping malls and searching.

Climax from the bite marks. (do it)

random nonsense that you wont understand and we're going to keep it like that.

Bruises for Spring Pictures. (mom will love that)

I have a safety pin jabbing into my uterus right a present. (it's a good time)

I wish I got more comments, so if you're reading this, you should comment.

Who thinks it's time for a new skin? (eye due)

But you try finding one. Pain in my ass.

Long fingernails running down pale skin. (another good time, huh?)

That's enough of this. Plus, it's seven. Who on earth honestly writes entries before seven in the morning? Apparently me.

Lay Tah
Erro.

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