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Sep 2012
Searching for love in vain is daunting.
Haunting, I saunter over to you my flower, my blossom.
Lost in your eye, I retract my all, NOT some...

A friend is still a warm gun....
But hold on ***!
What about your mom?
or your dad?
  Or your uncle?
Or women that you share bunks with? Maybe buckle DOWN with?
Is it worth it?     I assume not either way, but perhaps.........
I'm so tired... and I could just sleep.
sleep forever
My body lies in a heap, and I prepare to meet my maker.
But I guess today ain't th' day. Cos today I'ma play Zelda: The Wind Waker.
Billy Bob Will Bob Joe Bob
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