worship slow hour like dust
up ort down, i want you in so many unnamable tremors trembles man, what you make of him is last and lost like carosel dream i fall, tender, transifxed thoughts of you, -only- oh, thoughts of you survive the bomb you're the next tries helen of troy on for size, you know.
2003-11-23 | 6:52 p.m.
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