it is like trying to pinpoint the body’s first secret. dear depressed woman. unpopulated cities abound. a screenwriter has a wet dream and one is supposed to say what exactly train sounds trigger. the human head passed around at a party. partially, but also. the human head my life parades with confidence. past children sitting on their hands to make them sleepy. into something even the third act would understand.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
it is like trying to pinpoint the body’s first secret. dear depressed woman. unpopulated cities abound. a screenwriter has a wet dream and one is supposed to say what exactly train sounds trigger. the human head passed around at a party. partially, but also. the human head my life parades with confidence. past children sitting on their hands to make them sleepy. into something even the third act would understand.
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