Solomn Update
January 29th, 2008
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Girl waste. Mixing downers. Hollywood star died the way I tried. Generic pill uppers. Mugging, thugs, runaway. Sort of wish I was shot that night. Breakfast alone. Writing poems on receipts. Waitress smiles for miles. And that’s how I defeat defeat.
