My green sleave is fading away. But the scrambled green sleave I long for, grows stronger. I am addicted without being addicted, rejoicing without the need for ecstasy. I desire to burn it all to shreds, if only to rub your face in it.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Scrambled Green Sleave
Total, utter Nonsense by The Depressed Doormat at 2:55 PM
Labels: Cryptic, Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell
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