Sometimes walking on glass. or maybe stones. With a chill in my bones.
Sometimes Just waiting for the day the respective foot goes in my mouth.
(you know the feeling; "if they make large concave stamps about forehead size that read "ASS" please direct me to the online store...Ive got some extra cash on my paypal.")
Somedays want to take back whats been said. Thats when my guard creeps back up.
Monday, September 29, 2008
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