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there are cracks in the ceiling, they need some sealing there are cracks in the sidewalk, running through drawings in chalk cracks, cracks, cracks (we) make cracks about your heritage and looks (they) make cracks about your nerdiness and love of books and someday soon, you’ll crack like the egg from which you were hatched it came before the chicken! and now you’ve turned to crack, the rocks your last lifeline: a sure sign of your own self-destruction. (hah, when you used to so criticize self-mutilation) |
geez how does something so light and funny,spunky if you will,end up so heavy? could be a life message there i suppose. "life is a [censored]" or something. you really had me going,grin on my face and all. and then a slap to the face. thats just mean. well i guess if thats what you were going for,well done. good then. 1 | Posted on 2007-11-02 00:00:00 | by eno1 | [ Reply to This ] | |