February 2012
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November 2011
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thevagabondking:
i’m rusted dust in this musty smelling death encrusted earth inhabited by frustration and morally defunct sensations seeking an early hibernation by way of liquid libations enslaving generation after generation after generation
fuck
i’m thirsty
claritea:
i don’t remember dates, or certain times, the year anniversaries of love, or life. i am no history book. i remember feelings and grit, lust and air, the way our lungs inhaled the sticky sweet. but i don’t remember you, and i am no history book.
October 2011
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