Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Why do I always feel like a drug addict these days?
I suppose it could be the sketchy clothes, the bloodshot eyes, and the frizzy hair.
Or the need for
I don't know what it is, but I know I'm dying without it running through my veins.
The Pariah of Portland
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