the place still provides them with material
It was a song about a horse
not much given to self-analysis
memories of summer riot pudding
the ashes of a misery memoir
football chant
punchlines
send up
the drugs were running around
liar
1am
the harpie Nic and cloud clockwork and bisto are not welcome to read my blog or use me in any way , there are thoughts in your own head huns
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