Life is a box of chocolates; I hate most of the awkward centers so I bite in and spit it out, and people give me awkward looks because now there's just a bunch of nasty chocolate mess on the ground and/or dripping down my shirt, but I ignore them because who even likes that nougat stuff anyway?
Monday, August 4, 2008
Transparency (random mini poem)
your failings your lies they stick out like flies on a sheet of glass
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