The goofy words that come out of my mouth, that I like to call art.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Lost in the time, of time, in the lock of the world, in which, I lost time.
You don't understand because your not suppost to. Becasue I don't want you to I suppose. Because it's crazy personal. CRAZY. but I need to get it out, is it out?
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