Saturday, September 6, 2008
I dragged this lake looking for corpses. Dusted for prints, pried up the floorboards. Pieces of planes and black box recorders
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
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- I don't know how to control my money. I am influence by those who are around me. I can't define myself.
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