Saturday, February 19, 2011

Burn baby burn

Squeezing my brain juice dry over mbio, or what's left of it anyway. Sometimes i wish i could pack the library desks home, i do like them very much. Memorize regurgitate memorize regurgitate memorize reeee.... Trying to keep the war cry going. This shit is killing me, i've given up trying to make sense of shapes.

And the sparrow on weed screeched.

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