small shiny things
It's not that we don't exist, it's more that we only exist when we feel like it.
Do You Know Who We Think We Used To Be?
Saturday, September 16, 2006
I wish I was prey.
Alright. That was fun. I'm better, now. By the title of this I mean to say that it would be very cool if I had some romantic past or eyes on the sides of my head.
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