guns were drawn
listening to:
mood:
2001-11-17 - 12:57 a.m.
�she shouldn�t give it up.��a brownstone, a million dollar house in manhattan.�
�you know who he reminds me of? You. Yes, you.�
�we should just go.�
�I�m ready�
�The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. And I kept a distance; the complications cloud the postcards and blips through fiberoptics, as the girls with the pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties their parents bought: �I�ll catch you this time!��
�Are you hungry? I was about to reheat some pizza, would you like some?�
�Guns were drawn, on the side of the freeway. It looked like a movie. Slick, silver guns pointed at a human in the passenger seat.�
�I have a deep association with you when I listen to them�
�You keep twisting the truth that keeps me thrown askew.�
�Do you go clubbing?�
"my personal favorite show of the year."
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