Wednesday, August 8, 2007

FAke cake>

Stringy hair plastered. The year is 1998. There is black construction paper in the windows.

Stringy hair plastered. The year might be 1998. There is a treasure chest filled with my vomit; I remain pathetic.

And you're empathetic?

Well, the glasses get thicker and the frames get thinner, and suddenly, 9 years are gon e. Good Ole MacDougall thought souls weighed 21 g, but I'm sure his weighed more.

Why can't I be done with this?

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