Can't I get out when its not really that fast, a duck and roll, and chain link fence, and switcheroo.
It is strange that we crave the things that hurt us.
When logic fails my words take over and put me where I have been and always will be.
Chickenshit.
Give me my money back.
j
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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