Not spurn nor turn away.
I admire my pants..
Truman Capote is here to stay
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Wed 30 Jan 2002, 18:08,
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I admire my pants..
Truman Capote is here to stay
Her stinky, wet fur aflame in my nostrils
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.
Mashed potatoes, where's the gravy baby?
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Wed 30 Jan 2002, 18:13,
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Reality is a staircase leading nowhere.
Mashed potatoes, where's the gravy baby?