»that's when i reach for my revolver« cari~n~a, as i smacked you trying to get her to pay some attention to me. but they grounded her over that? it's not that weird to cache tin foil. it's flat. remember thEgyptians? a waxy vendingmaquina ring, a token of my rejections, a lissome rhizome. i was wavering. you drank more koolaid and stayed sullen.
