grin motherfucker

cloth link, i'm a slap happy grin motherfucker, change the wind and lean in i can call your name with only liquid words and run my fingers through your scalp so we can breathe easy.

i have taken warm baths in the hotbed mind of time constraint and vast fotunes but here i love, here i love here i love it all the most all the best wishes for you and yours i know it's all the way we said it.

tell me now, just one last thing, one last day and i will fall away and turn like golden leaves to god and leave you breathless by the door: where do you find these terrible things?

2003-03-22 | 2:22 p.m.
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