The right heel is destroyed. My first real bruisesd heal. Ow. It's flowering out, red, black. Blossomed to perfection worn on a saddle. Ponet notch. Stop child, what's is that sound by chance? Lose it in the heart of Hotel California.
I still have wicked bad noms! Fix em Martha
Friday, July 24, 2009
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