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Your Mom's Harry S. Truman.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
can't hang and a ton of bricks.
I may as well say this now:
I don't know how to wrap my head around tonight.
but certain things are so clear in my mind.
IF ONLY I COULD SAY THEM.
AH.
FUCK BEING INCONSPICUOUS.
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can't hang and a ton of bricks.
isn't it broronic?
back to business.
heres to sincerity. cheers.
and then it means something different.
What made you pick brown?
letters again.
ask me...again.
You roll the number and I’ll buy the lumber
Can one desire too much of a good thing?
thoughts today...patriotic? no.
its times like these that i can't wait to move out.
its...full of moments that should go differently b...
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