i woke up and dyed a girls hair.
i sat on a bench and told him how it was.
i fell at work.
i made one hell of a cappuccino for some italian guy. he loved it.
i drove too much.
i thought about acid.
i wished for an ac.
i bought some wine.
now im here.
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.and i have the blogs to prove it.
[not so good with the eye contact]
.i am a strange person.
.and i have the blogs to prove it.
.i blame the razors.
.older.
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too easy to fool. and too easy to lead. most times its easy to take the advantage and run with it. but in the end it makes the fun part seem lacking and less filling.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
where is the good part of being on the floor beneath.
being the one with a thousand pennies and no paper.
the one with all the will and no power over it.
hm. some powers are rather lacking it seems.
taking over the weak leaves us with that fake floaty head and way to much time to gloat all alone to the walls.
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