i could die to this song, you say. you’ve just put a fraction of a gram of heroin in your nose, and it’s enough to make miles that much more immortal. play this song at my funeral, you say. you stupid high asshole. i’ll dance on your grave in my patent stilettos.
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I see this big, on the wall.
Lisa, I like your work a lot. I am testing the comment thing now.
haha. this is really cool, i think.
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