I miss you.
And you. and you. and you... and you..



.. . ... . ..

See I picks my friends like I pick my fruit
...
I don’t walk around trying to be what I’m not.
I don’t waste my time trying to get what you got.

I work at pleasin’ me.

Cause I can’t please you
and that’s why I do what I do...

My soul flies free like a (motherfucking) willow tree.

-eb

.. . ... . ..

.♥.

Elegant Kiss's Works

Other	03/04/2006	SuicideSeason
Other	02/18/2006	Another DP Goodbye...
Other	02/17/2006	Shameless plug for the sake of art.
Other (Reflective)	01/19/2006	'How did that make you feel?'
Other	09/20/2005	Hurricane Rita
Other	09/06/2005	Survivors and Angels*
Other	09/03/2005	Evacuees full of 'help me's.*
Other	09/02/2005	Refugees without 'give me's.*

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