Detour |
Beer bottle caps, sweat pants, dirt dirt dirt, i seem to keep going to my past. Someone once asked me if i knew my future. i was speechless thinking of it, he was upset said something like "don't be...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 00:31:00 GMT |
Bee. |
I read something you wrote today, it was beautiful, just like all the others. I wanted to call and tell you it was brilliant, "just like you" but I couldn't. I blame growing up, not gettingolder, like...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 17:16:00 GMT |
