Christoff, The Piss Drunk Seagull
posted by Booch @ 4:54 AM
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You May Tire of Me As Our December Sun is Setting
Come on by and feel the words blow right through from beyond. The only place to diagonally park in a parallel dimension. So sit down, strap in, and enjoy. Lights on...doors open...but no ones home. Last one out, hit the lights.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
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good fucking times man...that's all i have to say. good fucking times. many more to come.
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