Sunday, July 18, 2010



an’ every once in a while, red is drawn to red like his babies are @ a deficit an’ your morals are screaming red an’ the whites of your eyes go pop because maybe you believe him an’ he’s in a tight spot an’ maybe just waiting is worse than waiting while hungry

hold on a minute – let me get out of this car an’ at least stand up as tall as you

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