and in this drought of truth and invention, whoever shouts the loudest gets the most attention, so we pass the mic and they've got nothing to say except, "bow down, bow down, bow down to your god." then we hit the floor, and make ourselves an idol to bow before. well i can't, and i won't, bow down, anymore... get
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An Open Letter To Connor Crooks
I LOVE YOU TOO x. Posted by on Fri, 31 Oct 2008 17:14:00 GMT
