One from the biggest intentional mistake I've ever made, and one from a dear old friend. That's life.
Some days it's like going insane, and other days I get letters from an emo queen and the ghost of christmas past.
The content of both were similar.
Which is odd.
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- Anastasia
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- These Dreams... Like the Ones I Used To Have.
- I am an immolation of praise...
- This Gogol Bordello Song... It's Chasing Me!
- Sometimes I Loathe My Lifestyle.
- Quills
- Adventures in Getting Lost Part 3
- Whoa.
- Two Letters
- From The Basement...
- You Could Smell It In the Hallway.
- The Main Reason For the Abundnce Of Posts.
- Last Night While Smoking a Cigarette...
- Comment Ca Va?
- The Coffee Pot Appears at the Door.
- Guy Fawkes Day Means Nothing to Me.
- What Do You Mean This is the End of the Line?
- Assorted Halloweens and Weekends
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1 comment:
Queens like to cry about how comfertable their beds are, and ghost are always somewhat chilly. Both are fans of Socrates, weather they know it or not.
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