I bury myself under a mountain
of skeleton poems.
The day I assemble the bones,
you'll find a smothered poet,
who'll resemble his earliest poems.
I bury myself under a mountain of skeleton poems. The day I assemble the bones, you'll find a smothered poet, who'll resemble his earliest poems. |
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October 21, 2005
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I don't play around when it comes to dickin around. ASS!
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GIT R DONE!!!!
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Errr... I dunno how to sign from here =.=
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I don't play around when it comes to dickin around. ASS!
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"Do you think you have what it takes to join the C.I.A ?"
"I have a rash on my butt"
"What!?"
"my mom tells me not to scratch, but I do it anyway.....please don't tell my mom..."
"o....k....."
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