Wednesday, May 5, 2010

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Start the future fuck the past it’s just another bubble that the THC can start eating away at. The butterscotch will stay around forever but the face is long gone. I remember having bleary any sleep that first night I was enjoying making you laugh far too much. Everything from uppers to downers you seemed to supply with presence. A friend and another brain but only after the first fall the hemorrhaging never seemed to stop. God if you where only as thick as a brick.


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