Here is my life which exists on paper. A new day, an old page. Enjoy.
21 April 2009
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1 comment:
12 July 2007
Hope & happiness are cancerous.
How can I live for myself & for
unattainable honey?
The thoughts are lovely but
they're not for me.
Go away with your magazine subscriptions
& unsharpened pencils.
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