.. no, it was he ... staring into the neon lights of his slowly clogging a r t e r i e s. gazing fast into the murky dungeons wells of his fingernail cigarette ash. ... . ahhhhh! sitting outside another fast food restaurant, while mein fren PLAD PANTS JASON orders... . . Written March 17th, 2002 © on Mar 17 2002 05:59 AM PST 0 • 1
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Author:giggling nihilist
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