A daily trip to the convenience store of the deranged
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Two Hundred Twenty-Eight
A day of lose ends and permission slips, calling on old idols for favors, and trying not to get mad. I'm your man baby, I ain't going nowhere, and I want no one but you. It's time you came to believe it, and cut me some slack.
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