I chose this path...but I'll mourn the past still.
There will be no peace for my soul, 'til I'm old and grey.
"This could be messy, but you don't seem to mind. So don't go telling everybody and overlook this supposed crime"
*shrug*
It's like the past is chasing me down and forcing me to acknowledge its existence....why?
Yay! Independence Day!
Praise the country that let's me watch internet porn with only minor government surveillance.
Well, fuck my shit I guess.
I don't really wanna be here, so why am I?
They just killed a snail, and I have to wonder if I'd be happier at home watching X-men reruns.
Well, we sat under a street lamp and watched the fireworks, they skated in the middle of the street.
We took forever to find this one house, and then I came to my second home; here at Catwoman's, there's never been another place where I can walk in at eleven o'clock at night and be welcomed warmly....
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