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2005-11-22 - 1:22 a.m. Pretty birds, pretty mouths.. Its past 1am, and i wish i had something meaningful to say, and i'm sure i could think of something but i think this nothingness would do the trick better. All i have to talk about is how my mind is trying to get me back into a relationship even though i just screwed someone out of one. And i've been talking about the same goddamn thing since september, and its starting to get stale. And from that i've got stale. Same antics, same tricks, a tiredsome pony. ride the pony, ride the pony ride the pony ride the pony, Yes jump onto its fucking back. i wish. Break in that mother fucker, break it in good, hard, and proper, hit it, smack it, abuse that son of a bitch, make it scream, cry, apologize for nothing cause you thought you had to. |
