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[Oct. 17th, 2004|11:51 pm] |
| [ | Rockass |
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| [ | Hearing Rocks? |
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The ground is getting cold. Today I almost got moved, fucking kids. If I'm reponsible for another dead goose, or Jesus, or whatever Im swear I'll go stonecold on someones ass. Do you smell what the rock is cookin?
Yes, you were right it IS stone soup. Your vegetables will make it eveeen better.
Hannah has been neglecting her obligation, I miss her welcoming little ears. My attena cannot even perform amidst this lonely lonley open space.
Rocks are underated. I mean...I love myself.
Rockityrockrock. That's what I have to say. Cause...I'm a...rock |
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