down down down
fallen, i have sunk so low. i am the severance, the sibilance, where is my deliverance? i see you here, i see myself here. but this is not any where, this is not any thing.
a dead computer, an angel in a field, no editing software, crazy late nights. this is what pure will be made of.
that, and a lot of last year's agony.
a dead computer, an angel in a field, no editing software, crazy late nights. this is what pure will be made of.
that, and a lot of last year's agony.
posted by pure at
5:33:00 AM
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Topped with chopped almonds, whipped cream and cherry. Jack Daniels for taste. Puke not included ;)
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Eddie G., at Monday, January 10, 2005 5:56:00 AM
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