The search for Absolution.: She fills my bed with gasoline.

Why does everything I think I need, come with batteries?

Monday, August 10, 2009

She fills my bed with gasoline.

It's you. It's always been you. <3

Posted by Hamish the Bear at Monday, August 10, 2009

1 comment:

Blogs and shit. said...: Gravity...stay the hell away from me. :) <3; Monday, August 10, 2009 5:59:00 PM

Fly on little wing.

Well she's walking through the clouds. With a circus mind that's running round. Butterflies, Zebras, moonbeams and fairy tales. That's all she ever thinks about, riding with the wind. When I'm sad, she comes to me. With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free. It's alright she says, it's alright. Take anything you want from me, anything.

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