Thursday, August 18, 2005
wind, I had never been so eagar, for you to be strong enough
to blow me down south
please
Poet says with her maggots at 10:46 PM
Sunday, August 14, 2005
the thing is:
I hate waiting, every night and then there's nothing in the end
but when it happen I am so happy though, must cut the tie
Poet says with her maggots at 11:43 PM