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Wednesday, December 17, 2008

hung

mind crumblin'
like coffee cake
mixin' whisky and pabst
and hormones
not
a
good
idea.

but bukowski
would have
wanted it
this
way

destruct
self.
no.
abort.
Posted by Nate at 10:26 AM

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