Night's young. Sip on the pabst.
Smear the make up on your eyes.
Sickles mimic the cynical guest who won't roll the dice.
Sections of their throats, swollen from choking on opinion.
Go unwind,....
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Night's young. Sip on the pabst.
Smear the make up on your eyes.
Sickles mimic the cynical guest who won't roll the dice.
Sections of their throats, swollen from choking on opinion.
Go unwind,....
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