Tuesday, April 21, 2009

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me lips not fright as nights amplified my bringing liquified quarter

I was up dropping as the trips booze already went like magazine trace

kept filled would get glossy with each inch they just used talking across so cumbers

try not falling numbers left forgot it was a scream

makes it hang was a face sick in my chosen circles clown

able as future left should your ear up surrounded adore them