January 2012
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Spending the rest of the day in my rage cage. And possibly at my desk doing arts, if I can get these ragey bones to move ever again.
One of those days where you want to blow your brain out of your own skull because its speaking too loud.
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When she passes, he smiles… but she...
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“And all she wanted was a little bit of solid. Feels like love, it doesn’t...”
– Atmosphere- Pour me another
I fucking love him.
