----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ive got bugs crawling all over me. your words are kind of drooling out of your mouth, sliding down your chin letter by letter. maybe ill get you a napkin, and wipe their meanings away, and let you start over. wait, well, the more i think about it, a napkins too small to clean up this mess. 6:11 p.m. - 2004-04-01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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