random ramblings of a fool who pretends to have something fundamental to say about the human condition but can only come up so utterly and miserably meaningless words that he should ask himself if it is worth the trouble
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, May 4, 2009
bring out my stale words two cents a piece speaking of yesteryear's love, obsession or heartbreak
two cents a piece
even if words without love were as empty as love without words
but they are two cents a piece and i'm much too tired to sleep
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