cluster fucks, circus arts, giving up, painting, pretending, guys in bands, making pop-up books, peanutbutter cookies, tequila, halloween, bushido blade, yarn, taking advantage of people, piggy-back rides, ass holes, pumpkins, autumn foliage, bottom feeding, glitterglue, eating a huge bloody piece of meat, basketball, delusions of grandeur...
My real father or Aubrey Beardsley or Burt Bacharach or Orson Welles, but only if he's THIS drunk...
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I hate all music except for Toots Thielemans and Bach
This jacket is a symbol of my individuality and my belief in personal freedom.
I've given up on tv
I don't know how to read
alestar crowley and jim henson
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