

When Old Friends GoI'd gladly grass stain another pair of jeans; Just for more knees- ripped at the seams. Tackled down hard by Red Rover and Whips; Woken up early for group therapy and trips. I could now tell you a story, one of Hackey sacks... It ended simply: in cries for Apple jacks. That embarrassingly horrible "kickboxing" fall; And god, so much fucking Sawgrass Mall... We were the ones running fast around Target,  When Old Friends Go
Escheresque
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your C.B. artwork is drool worthy. I love bebop!
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Yume
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*~I'll hide from the world, behind a broken frame~*
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