December 2011
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poem a boy gave me:
A bird came down the walk, he did not know I saw, He bit an agile worm in halves and ate the fellow raw.
And then he drank a dew, from a convenient grass, and then hopped side-ways to the wall, to let a beetle pass.
He glared with rapid eyes, that hurried all abroad—They looked like frightened beads, I thought; he stirred his velvet head,
Like one in danger; cautious; I offered him a...
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i had a really strange dream last night about this old fashioned candy store which had a brothel upstairs. Then the boy i really like was in it and he said the really meaningful sex we just had had been filmed so that he could sell the tape to get money for drugs. #um #i don’t even
digital-ash-deactivated20120411 asked: yo dawg. we should hang out while you're in the zoo for break.
Happy Festivus!
I just got back from chicago and now I’m puking up the mexican food i had for dinner.
(why is it always mexican food?)
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so the season finale of American Horror Story was really
meh….
