the pursuit of my other takes up most of my time the lines of coke laid out at studio 54 in the days before the end the test of time upon all of us it is impossible to be immortal, we all have to bend everything they said to me i couldn't believe, it sounded like something hitchcock would have conceived but it wasn't so, it was just too much to buy the darkness surrounding the mainland, timing is everything kurt cobain's body lying in the garage, as far as the train of insanity went and it went so far as to be a devoid feeling, it went maybe too far so i realized than that maybe i might be attractive and maybe i might be worth that time but up until now thats as far as my thoughts went.Birth sign: Aries
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