No, I don't rea;;y have any for you, its the name of my box. not that name perv. i have a box that i keep my mementos in, from my girlfriends, or the ones that matter, all two of you. not surew if that will change, if ever. it's got a picture of a sea beast ripping apart a boat. ha, make of that what you will. i keep all your things you left me with in there, all two of you. an old patch i never was able to put on, too much. your drawings, always make me smile. a newspaper clipping from long before everything went to hell. love you both in so different and difficult ways. got to keep that nostalgia close, a new years that i'll never forget and that one drunken time i told you i loved you the first time. for you my first my dear i burned the pages of my first diary but kept the ones that pertained to you, ah love you matter so much. this blog should not only be written drunk but read that way aswell, you'll like it better. 4 pints 2 shots later and i type and am too coherent. why does everything happen at once? sex, moulting, new avenues, you can all go to hell. i get pictures in m yhead of blowing way too many and hating the next morning. not any more. everything has been put to rest now so tell me why i cant sleep. who doesn't hate being satisfied and then dis. satisfied. over and over and over..............amazing stories. i haaaaaaad a stroke. ah christ, gotta love how booze kills the short term and then way later everything else. don't have that kind of time. atleast, not outside the box.
frisch wert der wind
der heimat zu
mein deutch kind
wo weilest du?
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Ex's seem to be a common theme as of late.
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