Tell a gents
By Neurosine
the perplexing genius, one hundred and sixty eye q, can't tell you what day he lost his retainer, can't properly tie his shoes. in order he thrives in chaos he lives, he can't think of anything he wouldn't give, just to feel really all right for awhile. To have an easy laugh and smile, 'stead of the cracked caricature, of the warm fuzzy feeling, inside. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 09:29 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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