Saturday, May 8th, 2004 | 14:24
I'm getting high on Atkins barbecued remains.

I feel like singing your favourite songs out of key so you will never be able to listen to them without me. Better yet, I'll sing them well.
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The colours blend and the lights let me pretend I can see way down the mountain to sometime when I didn't just get crushed in an intersection on the other side of town.
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underachieving says:
getting dressed is a fine art.

i'm frantic, baby, so load me up. says:
getting someone undressed is a science.

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Meat Virgina

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