"im still not Deee-aaaad!"
riverboat gamblers. haha. sweet.
you know what. im feeling claustraphobic.
work calls to me. my calendar is screaming for some ink. my laundry, some soap. my dad, some hands.
"no tomorrow" by Orsons..
whistle, nod ur head, snap ur fingers as we stroll towards the mess of our own making together.
"oo- o0- Wo- OH!"
mmm. smiles.
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