Disaster to the wench that did wrong by Johnny! Find her for me amidst the glitter and hate.
The Empty know better.
The lucky ones are terrible at cards. What I need most is silence, yet you speak. I think of being tobacco -- generally pleasurable, generally deadly and ageless. I like the life that likes the exact situation it's causing with you.
I lead a life that likes the fact that I lead it.
You, the convenient stick that sickens me, the glass palm trees ring with hate. A clip can be replaced, but a gun will always be there. What is the great philosopher doing in the washroom, a bull in one arm, and a jester in the other?
You have a strange language, little one, filled with superstition and fringe. You must have come from a strange city. Speaking little of friends, funny (how the ocean saved him). She didn't know then that what she heard was the door closing on her own cage.
A girl, like the ocean, can stand not knowing the why of things.
I'm bent double, throwing
Where will they take us?
But I want to look like
Fear of being
of the infinite. Up the airy
Hunting for fear of little
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