there's no point to any of this. it's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. so I take pleasure in the details. you know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt..troy dyer in reality bites.
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hats off to that.
am so disappointed wit both of u guys!
bastard united>>>ejaculately.
outkhai>>>love is a dumb thing. it makes us dumb. in a sweet way, however. do u love arsenal?
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