08.20.2005 | 9:59 p.m.
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large white small orange all the pills are almost gone i want them all back i need them where have all of the pills gone. little tongue teasers rush down my throat like a white water rafter too soon? there is no such thing as too soon. the drugs settle inside my wishy wash and i am their sinking dulcimer we go out together and stay in together invitation only. |