A cup of coffee or a shot of rum, whatever it is you drink tonight. I know it's not one. The barber returns home with a silver blade. The mist were in her eyes. But I'm on the dreamy streets below, lit by the moon and crayon. I know a song or two. I saw a tree shiver. I don't wish to be here long. Who can ever tell.
posted by jairaj at Sunday, January 31, 2010
8 Comments:
This is beautiful.
And I am sure it means to me, something quite unlike what it means to you.
it really is incredible!
this was horrible
this was the most beautiful thing that my piece of goo has ever seen, and of course he has no feelings.
the comments were written by me. hahaha!!!!<3 im a girl that you know. my name is ------------. that is for you to guess!!! im age nine!!! im a cousin to ---------. that is also for u to guess.
???? see ya!!
im leaving india today. say hi to ------- for me!!!!
im gonna stop now. bye!!!! by the way how old are u?
sorry my vv is not working.
but that doesnt matter!!
im no stalker u dumbo!!
ok. im not the same person. whoever did this is out of his/her mind.i think you should listen to him/her because he/she doesnt sound like she's 20-70. i dont even think she's 10! dont listen to him/her about NOT being a stalker. he/she IS!!! listen to me or you'll be sorry. im a phantom, and yes im nine.
Hello phantom. What's vv?
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