Guffaw at the wind of change. Spit life at it like cold death. And in that place of whispering incentives we find homes among the elders shouting sentences to yesteryear the way we croak for tomorrow. Yes, guffaw at the changing wind.
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stina:
haha. 
so what are you up to?? They have jerry springer on at the shop.... god. what kinda art do you do?
so what are you up to?? They have jerry springer on at the shop.... god. what kinda art do you do?
lucille:
You're such a lovely, charming boy. Oh, and might I add how one of your favorite pics of me is my ASS? Thats classic. And I love it. Take care.