back, they would join me in accord, because I've been saying the same thing for years now, "things are going to have to change in the morning." Charmed and
And it's so post-traumatic. This funeral party is dead, and we're sending "thank you" cars. I'm beginning to learn to pay my way through benign tumors and
So here's a sale to sooth recession and an ad campaign to calm the credit crisis. At five A.M. the doors broke open and then a man lay dying on the sales
This town is falling, but the papers say it's "up and coming." And when it gets here who is left? Just another college party in the new "cool part of
, and pry my pretext off this page. The ink on my fingers will speak to every lost hope, every last defeat. Sweet dreams lay beneath hours of desperate thoughts and