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Pushing breaklights, before jumping over the crown, Taking drags, in italics (makes us look like we down). Slouching over countertops, while hard water drops, dreaming of minerals, while the Blacksmith takes benedryl. Receiving kicks, from the ends of steel-toed boots, act a champ, he winks (we're in some sort of cahoots). Tattooed blackeyes, (don't wanna **** with these guys), cool-kid-alert! snorts lines in the dirt. Back with a vengeance, watching Batman and Robin, breaks dishes, because his headache is throbbing. And I look and I see, and it occurs to me, and I forget the rest, because it feels the best. And, I left my dad's gun under my bed.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
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Pushing breaklights, before jumping over the crown, Taking drags, in italics (makes us look like we down). Slouching over countertops, while hard water drops, dreaming of minerals, while the Blacksmith takes benedryl. Receiving kicks, from the ends of steel-toed boots, act a champ, he winks (we're in some sort of cahoots). Tattooed blackeyes, (don't wanna **** with these guys), cool-kid-alert! snorts lines in the dirt. Back with a vengeance, watching Batman and Robin, breaks dishes, because his headache is throbbing. And I look and I see, and it occurs to me, and I forget the rest, because it feels the best. And, I left my dad's gun under my bed.
I just wrote words down for this one.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
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