Sunday, April 6, 2008
JUST IMAGINE ALL THOSE CANDLES BURNING
I imagined him with a live racoon wrapped around his neck. Does he realise his heart is filled with ghosts? I guess I became a myth of what was to become but now your back with us. Its a shame you know, your dangerous exsistence cannot be more romantic. We'll kill ourselves waiting for this thing.
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