sitting inside the patio den i saw you spew in my peripheal we had some drinks and the night ended with the light poles graphing my face in the back seat.
open omen:
hormones
harmonies
hermits
her mits
her tits
hair, i see hippogrip
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Comment by poppa doppa — September 18, 2008 @ 1:04 pm
Glad you like my writing, crawdaddy.
Comment by osso casa — March 23, 2009 @ 10:35 am