; lyht leaves the eyes—expelled by a relentless laesr of poignant realisation that reality is but absurdism x impossibility.

Monday, 6 June 2011

strapped protectively to my face

one the long walk by stephen king writing as richard bachman two assberry three ipod douche four maybelline stilleto mascara five body shop concealer pencil six tour beats by dr. dre.

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