Sunshine

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More tan, please

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a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not. i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

spells spells spells. they smell smell smell like your brain is fried fried fried.
the night was pretty, at the new route near army camp around the corner. i could just sit there all night long.