September 18, 2008
hair, i see hippogrip

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

2 Comments »

  1. 1/13
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    Comment by poppa doppa — September 18, 2008 @ 1:04 pm

  2. Glad you like my writing, crawdaddy.

    Comment by osso casa — March 23, 2009 @ 10:35 am

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