January 23, 2005 - 2:44 p.m.
i don't look like myself and you'd never know it i love and loathe the red stained lips glasses stained with the crystalized rings fermenting inside of glass guts sometimes the face-plant in the snow is inevitable and welcome when pages can't turn fast enough and the colours are all transparent and you know what's behind them door number one your bed your hips your knees open arched fuck fuck fuck i can't do this i'm breaking my habit of bad habits and i've always been quick to learn from mistakes except this one
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