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[05 Nov 2009|05:47am] |
i couldn't sleep tonight.
luckily, i had weeks of LJ to catch up on. you are all tasty little morsels of lovely. i want to crawl down your throats and stay warm in your tummy. yes, your collective tummy.
because why say stomach when you can say tummy? or belly. or gut.
rumbling rib cages of sleeping stephens will drown out the noise of all the acidic stress where i am. i will fall asleep to the sound of your snoring. it will be epic.
i've missed you for far too long.
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[01 Nov 2009|02:10pm] |
www.lolabirdie.com
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[30 Oct 2009|03:06pm] |
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i dont know whats going on outside, but theres an old man with a child and a bottle of tapatio sitting by the river surrounded by geese, and a man that works for the city just pulled up in a truck listening to madonna.
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