they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

i'm going to live to be 125.

1 Comments:

  • At 3:47 PM, Anonymous DKC said…

    Only if you aren't killed by a falling dog.

     

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