what else is there to say? O well. At least I’ve had practice.
Lots. I know how to crawl the walls, I know how to shit yourself
in a dream too real to keep waking to. O fucking well.
shepard fairey
ras
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ras
ras
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gustav dore
our boys
death and burial
wm
Monday, March 10, 2008
When The Drugs Run Out
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