They are all the same. They are part of a group. They are all the same. They live in a loop. They are all the same. Kill em all, make them soup, make them soup.
posted by 100hands at Monday, February 06, 2006
Monday, February 06, 2006
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4 Comments:
Big sigh...
Eyes squeezed shut...
The sky is so heavy on my head.
Is Escape Possible?
"Escape" is a small white tablet you place on your tongue. And then your gone.
I thought that was "Ecstacy". :)
I have too many headaches as it is without the extra hangovers...I guess I'll just submerge.
Come to Dubai, lets compose 30 songs in 30 days. C for creativity. :)
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