torpedon'ts
2010-07-30 | 2:26 a.m.
i was shooting my limbs like pistols and in temporary tatoos i spelled "fuck" on my hand. when i 'bar', i see these people who are trying to make me laugh but i dont laugh till they walk away. revile delayed distraction. i carved out lines in what i thought to be centimeters and i let condensation drip down my chin and neck and o! its no mood, its not a mood i ain't got no mood i got time and what i think to be centimeters. i thought 'i'll call moths to carry me offs' but i don't recall their accent. ball step change stall strep strange
work on your management skills
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