Now I've sat and stared out the windows of places I never heard of before.... Rua de São Bento...Chapito...Tiong Bahru... Sipping single malt with Tyrollian activists in a Graça flat. Staring at the moon till my eyes run in Montparnesse. Saw Saturn in Singapore with a woman who I will never forget.
Just goes to show don't know what you will do or who you will meet.
Lost at the end I know our only reward is death.
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Ricardovitz
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Ain't never been able to figure you folks out none. I reckon that's why queers smoke up all that meth and huff glue thar way they do. Cain't say I see what two grisley lookin men with nothin but two poles and a dirty place to stick 'em see in each other. Nosiree I dern't. There's a dern good reason God says stone queers to death in thar Bible. Anyone with a lick of sense knows it jest ain't right. |
Herr Fudgedknuckle
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I just want a hole to put this white jam in. Sticky, stoned and stiff, Hairy Mouthurfuckedyouruncle |
Max
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The future may be imagined but not defined. The past is no place for the faint hearted. And the present... is fluid. Very, very fluid... |
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