child development
Belt of drunk whirls and cracks my face while i cry for mother who never hears but ALWAYS listens to the insatiable god of sex and rocking chairs that never stop creaking. Perpetual zombie state: snowball down the highs and hate is all i know or care to know or even care about. Stability and sanity elude me.1997...sometime, Written March 13th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 08:43 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Belt of drunk whirls and cracks my face..."