

Pedestalsayings from summertime beg for rewrites upon rereads and furrowing brows. so, with stereotypes and diction repeats, same stories are told in carelessly written garbage. but you were careless garbage so puzzles piece themselves together, and these things play your tune as oboes in orchestras often do.Pedestal
and what i wouldn't give for a chance to have your face in my hands.
there's no telling of what i might do or who might cheer me on.
words may have been unfounded in your narcissistic eyes in your histrionic head


Into the Mind of a Mystery Who’s that? Who’s that? There’s someone on the oven door and he looks like me. I get up and walk away ‘cause he’s copying me. There’s mom. She’s come to pick me up again. It’s time to eat now. The light above me is shiny, so I look at it. I don’t pay attention to mom’s voice, only the light. I like light. But I’m hungry, so I look over to mom and she puts food in my mouth. I chew, but I don’t swallow. I spit the food out at mom because it’s green, and I hate green. So she gives me the brown stuff next to it. It tastes much better. I chew and swallow, and chew and swallow again. Then I look at the plate. The greenInto the Mind of a Mystery
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Kiriban 45,678 Catch It! [link]
LOL SEXY TRUCK 8B
Thanks for the watch, home sheezy.
JAM!!
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All we need is a little bit of momentum.
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All we need is a little bit of momentum.
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All we need is a little bit of momentum.
I saw you at the studio the other day! I think the studio would have better atmosphere if you worked there instead of at home with Solo.
You and Dan are unstoppable! Or something....
Haha, maybe someday I'll come back.
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