

Counting for NothingFourteen hundred paces wastedCounting for Nothing
walking to your door, and every time a pointless pounding headache - sore, resounding, raw; what follows next? as you’d expect a shocking exhibition of that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke I’ve counted twenty-four. How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten paw through scores of letters better left unwritten - never sent, now torn and scattered, littered with m
tu parles vous francais
j'ai un champignon
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j'ai un champignon violet!!!
and my hamster eats babies!!
O.o no seriously... dont touch it
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j'ai un champignon violet!!!
and my hamster eats babies!!
O.o no seriously... dont touch it
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j'ai un champignon violet!!!
and my hamster eats babies!!
O.o no seriously... dont touch it
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j'ai un champignon violet!!!
and my hamster eats babies!!
O.o no seriously... dont touch it
im a stalker ........YAY
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j'ai un champignon violet!!!
and my hamster eats babies!!
O.o no seriously... dont touch it
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Give and ye shall recieve.
"If you ever find yourself in an epic war of good versus evil, remember to bring along plenty of extra shirts." ~ from The Deathbringer
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[Twice-the-Fetish]
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I decided to take everything out my signature.
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