Missed out on magic hands,
sand fills the glass.
Fear mixed with energy,
words kept silent for a reason.
Mash teeth
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Sunday, January 4, 2009
quarter till.......
no font can please me. no shift key owns my sentence. what blankets i hear just tease my tips. some heart kills time with questions of who is what and how is when.. dot dot mother effer.. dot dot
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