rusted, with spines dangling freely in the cold abstraction outside
ourselves. this particular model describes a slurp at your creaking lattice,
the floating mixture of cash and morphine stuck in forty-dollar eyes.
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sister morphine..OH YES.
minimal but cool.
thanks CJ...i ripped the structure off from your latest piece over at Factor Ape Sex
i would never have guessed. by the way, the site hasn't been called that for about a year. i know that i am a pain in the arse but i keep changing the blog title and the look!
what?
i didnt even notice
sorry, CJ, ill change it on my blogroll...
and get some glasses
laffs!
what?
i didnt even notice
sorry, CJ, ill change it on my blogroll...
and get some glasses
laffs!
hey, no worries....
TWICE!!
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