Glorian var som en badring, jag kan ha den runt magen.

2008-03-24 @ 20:05:01 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

Jag målade bajs på mina ägg

Turn out the light
And what are you left with?
Open up my hands
And find out they're empty.
Press my face to the ground
I've gotta find a reason.
Still scratching around
For something to believe in
Something to believe in.
2008-03-24 @ 12:12:40 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (0) Trackbacks ()

titta vad jag hittade under soffan

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2008-03-22 @ 19:56:31 Permalink Allmänt Kommentarer (1) Trackbacks ()

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