walking home.
out of 4000 songts, pagan poetry cues up.
cold. street lights through the tree lines.
the entire gamut of emotions felt on this street, revisited.
fuck.
out of 4000 songts, pagan poetry cues up.
cold. street lights through the tree lines.
the entire gamut of emotions felt on this street, revisited.
fuck.
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and wow... it picked that song out of all of 'em? that's weird... i kind of love it kind of hate it when that happens.
but maybe you need to explain yourself further about the conversations bit. perhaps we should have coffee when i get off work?
ah that would be a great line in a porno
ah, wow, thats funny
well done