If I could write and bare my soul, what would it be? What would I say? The truth is a listless wonder, and nothing more than the air I breathe and the steps I take..
Friday, November 26, 2010
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Wednesday, November 10, 2010
existentialism in bad weather
Rain is God’s way of pissin on you.
And sometimes you have to sing in the divine piss of the world..
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