Last night was a suffering bank account, Heather briefly, warm in the cold, Gaga and Beyonce, hugs and kisses.
I want to talk to somebody. I want a flash for my camera.
Fingers crossed for tonight. I could see things in fisheye for a little while.
I'm starting to look boring. Warm clothing is dull. Where is my love, the spring?
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