for everything
bad that happens
there is no reason
there is no season
there is no looking back
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
bad that happens
there is no reason
there is no season
there is no looking back
.
.
.
speak to the dark angels
posted by Inkblot at Friday, October 06, 2006
3 Comments:
i was just about to come over to your place and shove something unpleasant up your night dress as i haven't seen you here in ages.
this is as dark and as bleak as we have come to expect from you.
love that last line...
this was awwesome! good stuff
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