Friday, August 14, 2009

Split Wood

A A A A A. Feel vibrations through a door. Pains recieved from the hand, marks make grades. Lucile practice, practice, practice, guillotine. Wash up before you take care of me. I'll sew you a shirt, just don't wear it when I'm around.

I love the sinner, but I hate the sin. - Guenivere

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