February 2012
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And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
Your precious long face
And though our bones they may break, and our souls seperate
Why the long face?
And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
Why the long face?
And in the trough of the waves
Which are pawing like dogs
Pitch, we pale faced, and grave
As I write in my log
Then I hear a noise from the hull
Seven days...
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Churry
Warning I don’t know what or Why im writing this or why I capitalized the why ANYWAY I just laughed or giggled or chortled and it smells like FUCKIN PUSSY FLOUNDER why does my mom think she’s a sea chef but so (butt soy) I just giggled and got really happy and hugged myself not with my arms or hands I actually didn’t even hug myself but I was about to and in reality I did anyway....
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