Jesus was a wildcat.
Nobody's creekbed
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Sunday, December 30, 2012
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Look, I know it is your goddamn 'right' and everything, but maybe you could do better than the loaded gun beneath your pillow, the alcohol toxic on your stomach and mind, and the 16 ounce soda and almost-finished pack of cigarettes atop the nightstand that you are saving for morning.