not too young, sometimes
Some morning I just want to wake up slowly to cool morning air and barely sunshine, barely breathe at all, watch my breath break free from these tired old lungs and wander out, safe as catacombs a rocking chair on the porch and on to earn a few dark merit badges in �wonderful� and one for �walking in the woods to piss.� However else it happens after that is fine.
2004-10-22 | 10:37 a.m.
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