Sta.sh
it's the ditchers.
we have ditched class yet again...
all Blahh...
blah.
i
miss you
all....
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While drunk The crust on that top hat eludesWhile drunk by ~trifletrepidation
even the most decent of men.
Drowning between the words of the most stuffy English butlers-
Mary Poppins would absolutely blush in shame.
Oh, but we are treading onto a most auspicious evening.
A hapless fellow-ette might glance sideways
at the unappealing masses between the bubbles
of Rum and Coke,
But it is the cigarette that catches her eye.
While that Butler fellow dusts the swirling bar,
The bunnies,
dusty as they may be
--
Create your pain, design your wound
watch the fresh blood drain
from your skin and from your vains.
This art can take you far
once it becomes a scar.
The agony you endured
and the beauty of this scar,
will make you a star...
--
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again.
I have finally manged to get back on here from my deary life... hopefully i will see you soon....take care
mwuah!!!!!!!!!!
--
look, stare and just walk away
MWAHHssss!
--
Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again.
oh FOR SHAME!
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Dearest, I feel certain I am going mad again.