Thursday, May 13, 2004
The efficiency of my tear duct is directly proportionate to my metabolic rate.
Contemplating ur words, it is this unspeakably difficult state of head on collisions that is crucifying me. And the extent of our "clash on" sessions seems limitless. Its a mixture of everything. the awkardness, the missing of X chemical. seriously i find it a feat trying to yield dat spark any more.
Like a well defeated soldier, i choose to retreat and dismiss myself.
posted by Charis on Thursday, May 13, 2004
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