Thursday, September 26, 2002

you are so punk rock

I wanted you for my own purposes tonight, but you had your own. Purposes and tonight, obviously. Not mine. Yours: you, purposes, night. It never is mine. So just keep jumping over cracks in sidewalks and streets cause you don't want to break your momma's back. And yeah, I wouldn't want to either.

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