he started to catch on. "and then you can think it's me, babybebebooboobehbehbabababababa"
under blankets you'll find silk, birthdays, gasps of air.
rosy cheeks never looked so good.
this aint art mother fucker, this is SANITY.
Monday, September 21, 2009
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