Fuck this.
When it's always something, that's everything.
The end.
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Showing posts with label no excuses. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Horses Did Neigh, and Dying Men Did Groan, and Ghosts Did Shriek and Squeal About the Streets
Fuck this.
When it's always something, that's everything.
The end.
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