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

Rant (Personal)	02/09/2006	Fake up sick fuck. (A tribute)
Rant	10/03/2005	That beatific vision, he says.
Rant (Rage)	08/15/2005	Jesus fucking shit. Or Sexually_Sadistic sucks?

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