Thursday, May 11, 2006

Like A White Bat In A Box, Dead Matters Go On.

I swear, for you, guilting people is an art, and you don't even realize it.

This isn't going to work, not this time. I don't care what anyone says; I've paid my dues, I've done all I can.

You can't buy love, you can't sell feeling. We were meant to eat each other.

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