7/20/2006

 

rain ier

 

I have a hard time thinking about you without thinking about love and taste of love again, I mean my arms rotted off, my dick ran circles, and I threw up over a round about.

The air bags went off/ what was that like
Thank god your head didnít sail off with all their good thoughts
Shit kid
You there
Me there
The tire flat

Driving home all night that was funny
God damn
Fucked so many
Girls
Accurred immune deficiency syndrome (making it up)
It is hard to be me
Love you even though you talk like a parrot

Whore
Before
It is all about my score

, and everything that happened