
I sail the sink
For a severe several days
On the dawntrust guarantee
Hands strange criminals
Her growing religion
Gains gusto
Her growing hair
Is attractive
In the joint
One the wall
Trust me
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February 26th, 2007 at 10:49 am
dawntrust?? DAWNtrust? try NOONtrust, baby. only pussies only make it until dawn.
p.s. are you addicted to the wrong drama? i know someone who is…
February 26th, 2007 at 10:57 am
Hahaha…..
Touche, rockstar. I should know better than to consider staying up until dawn some sort of accomplishment!
“Wrong drama addiction
Joycraft is worthless craving
Far too little that I’ve been saving
Now that i don’t have it”
February 26th, 2007 at 10:57 am
BTW - “cyndi’s mark?”
Some kind of new burbon that makes you pass the FUCK out with no warning?
February 26th, 2007 at 11:09 am
it’s brewed in my basement. shit’ll kill ya…
hey, there’s always warning — it’s called DRINKING.
February 26th, 2007 at 11:36 am
Sounds dangerous.
Kill ya, or make ya go blind!
Does it taste like candy?
=)