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Saturday, May 16, 2009

her hips spoke broken english

come one, come all, right? right!

tonight is already a recipe for disaster.

can never go home again. the house/last 20 years of my life is neatly packed away into boxes.

ah well, must move along. at least tomorrow is destroyer with my friend crush.
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