She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Everything shows up in the black light. It shines so bright. I can't hide anything in it. I look at the photo and wish I could tell myself something but I have no idea what to say. Run, maybe. Or stay. Or I don't know. Just sit there and shut the fuck up.
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