Saturday, December 23, 2006

Seasons of mist

I have an hour that says my come is sweet. Everything else is hearsay. Lie down with niggers and your love turns black. Censor it. X it. Only you care... me, shit: I never had a chance. Better graphics next time. From the Marlin to the Stud to Charlie's... I'll see you all in Hell.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What? Please write something for the lay perzon... thancks :)

5:10 PM
L said...

Hey, What gives? Even I have written something new.

8:16 AM

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