January 2012
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December 2011
4 posts
What the shit…
November 2011
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October 2011
7 posts
Answers that never arrive
I sit by the window and listen to the rain come down and I think about why we do these things
we sit with our elbows on these brick walls, talking bickering lamenting the passing of our youth, and what it means to be young.
we write letters to Santa Claus tell him about how we’ve been good we should get presents waiting for answers that never arrive.
we spend our days and nights drinking ...
September 2011
6 posts
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August 2011
21 posts
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July 2011
27 posts
