Smile, smile!
Inside here, it's all rotting down.
We're all growing colder and older.
I stand here like your clown.
posted by michael. @ 9:26 PM
1 comments
Scribbles.
Muses are the little voices in your head which tell you to do things and leave you to clean up the dirt when it becomes too much of a bother. You can't find them, they find you.
8.03.2006
We're all growing colder and older.
I stand here like your clown.
1 Comments:
hey michael don't make it bad.
take a sad song and make it better.
so let in it and let it OUT. :)
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