old junk
By kittymeow
old junk old junk the yard is full the mind is full the eyes are full overflowing, decaying tired and perpetually bored don't dare tell me fate has a plan cause I think he fucked mine up I want my money back man it's all full it's all filled up no room no space be gone unless you come bearing gifts of chococlate and cigs and poetry books by young freaks............................................... Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 12:20 PM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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