2003-11-17 - 3:32 p.m. Word Art 6 Hate isn�t as nice as it used to be. It�s not watered down like your daddies Gin. It�s as thick as blood, and twice as red. Height Width Death Just the three of us. So many more of you than me. Why do things keep getting worse the more you copy them? It would seem the more you try to do something; you would get better. Don�t fight the original. Something happens after the first time. There is less thrill�less spark�less triumph. More expectations. More disappointment. Paris calls me home. Hip Flexor Broken Pelvis Body Cast Lies Moose How many people have you had sex with? How many in your mind? Do you think this number is more or less for those who have had more or less in real life? All I can see are price tags and dimernsions. If I could do anything I would do nothing. If I could hope for something I would be more human. dark sleep go great my boat sweet until later not tired kindred probst Joplin merv Jump Leap Cry Opal Crimson Grapefruit Salmon waffles garlic Two many giraffes. Walked down to you when I saw In your eyes the common law That I must go and you must stay And nothing will be better than the day When I hoped
When I believed That the we that was me and she Was the where when the words were one. | |||||||||||
