Thursday, May 29, 2008
I wrote something back in my zine days that I would never see someone get old and never know the lines on their face. It was as maudlin then as it is now. My emotions embarrass me and I wish that I could get a knife and cut them from my brain and stomp on them until my ankles were awash in gore.
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Words - S
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