I don't want to wake up tomorrow.
Three dollars and sixty-nine cents.
'Cause my breath is too short,
a five piece churro;
oh man, I don't have any churros. No.
Mango smoothie please
are you makin' fun of me, please?
There is peach in my mango smoothie,
please?
Three dollars and sixty-nine cents
at window 7, please.
Rachel, it's a poem. Please.
I can see this guy making my smoothie.
I want to know what this guy's life
is like.
Monday, August 31, 2009
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That was the night you first broke me
and I didn't even know it
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