evidently the second sexiest song in the world, an inbox full of drunken love letters, cold hands, pressed flowers, painkillers, my antidepressants which say I'm not supposed to take them for more than 8 weeks at current dosage, the autograph man, unemployment, photographs of my feet, rhubarb
I hear: baby you're the best...
- July 04, 2003
- tenniel
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