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When my parents leaveI'll do all sorts of glamorous thingsI'll cut my thighs with kitchen knivesand watch the scars it bringsI'll bleach out my fair skinAnd cloak my eyes in blackI'll hitchhike to the... Posted by Le Vie Boheme on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 01:33:00 PST
The Truth
the flowers are expensive, dead and cliche. your forced dates make more for awkwardness and ego-stroking than anything else. when that guy you fucked five minutes after you met him doesn't think you'r... Posted by Le Vie Boheme on Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:37:00 PST
