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- scram.
- AR/NYC/Ireland
- The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars... Jack Kerouac
6 comments:
Hawk is hawt.
Nice try - Mom knows which kids REALLY love her because they were at her house on Sunday eating filet mingon and sitting on the back porch.
Poop chute.
BORING BLOG...
amp it up baby, your blog that is
I guess you're done blogging. today it is two months out of date.... im taking the link off my blog to yours...
youre fired.
Dude, get back on the blog wagon. You're bumming us out.
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