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*VIVA VOCE.
08.11.03 @ 4:48 pm this is one of my finer moments. some minds just can't comprehend the reality of things. like a cold day in july, maybe i am a complete oxymoron. i believe that satan was a cowboy [your spurs cut right through my ribs and your boots walked all over my heart]. i love it when you tell me exactly what i want to hear. you're a sucker for long legs and lies and that's too bad. i loaded this pistol with honesty and somehow you managed to dodge my shots. she said, even though you're full of shit, you seemed harmless. i love to see you squirm. you choked; i laughed; and you heard me. when i die, fuck it, i wanna go to hell.. because i'm a piece of shit; it ain't hard to fuckin' tell. << >> SN–— M |