Saturday, May 31, 2008
"I've got the Good Lord is going down on me!"
I wanna seem more subtle and indirect, rather than my latest vents of personal stress. Clearer than the clean glass on the tallest wreck. more turp to the canvas from the jar spilled in the back. washing clean the notes and words you've constructed. all spoiled the the crude oil, like a chalk board all erased up.
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