No one ever leaves me notes. You're all a bunch of non-note-leaving fucks. Leave me a note, or else death will visit you with a fistfull of happy choices and the mountaineer's handbook. She thinks she missed the train to mars, she's out back counting stars. Hum pwnz all of you. That motherfucker's out back counting stars, bitches. And you know what that means --
I thought she'd be there holding daisies
5:23 p.m.//01.10.05
Mood: w00t!
Sound: The wind in the bastard trees
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