Tuesday, January 11, 2005
fuel
feed me. fuel. I need to feed. I need to feed on food for fuel. fuel that feeds me.
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A chaotic collection of writing exercises.
scattered starz paint twilight all over the place
including those laugh lines on your face.
but copyright will always remain loyal
to the writers who brought the words to a boil.
2 comments:
that was so weak.
uh.
yeah.........
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