JEE-CRAWLING-HOVAH.
We used to live in a place called FACTORYTOWN. One word. No breathing inbetween.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Drink up Baby.
I need to get my eyebrows done. My face, with it's lines and contours, is losing shape within it's rigidity. Which, in itself, is a paradox.
It's lucky I can find relief in music.
I would die if I were deaf.
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