| I'm quite sleep deprived, and it's catching up on me. The winter sun does not exist when you are neither a night owl nor an early bird. I wander away with the souls of dusk, and I curl up in the arms of dawn, only to be stabbed in the back. Sooner or later the first blush of the bedsheets will also be the last. |










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And in this photograph, we're safe.
-- "Picture" by Mute Math
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-Get busy living or get busy dying
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Have you gotten your free
Now you can wear them, too! The wordboner store
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Have you gotten your free
Now you can wear them, too! The wordboner store
I'm a big fan of your wordbonerisms.
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My friends..soon you shall drip precious ruby...
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