solstice: and you shall know us by our smell
›comments[
0
]
›all comments
›post #163
›bio: kristen
›perma-link
›7/24/2005
›08:57
›archives
›first post
›that week
Category List
›
The ones about love
›
The ones about men
Previous Posts
›
Ape Song
›
Sobbing
›
Cherry Blossom Festival
›
Fruhliche Equinox
›
F*ck Me Kitten
›
More Filth
It's so far in the past, that I don't even have the last email I sent him.
It saddens me to see the uncle of one of the London perpetrators. How sad. The whole thing. It always happens - the fear the closing the ranks.
Truly, it's lovely here.
I only knew him for a bit.
Snap out of it kristen.
Chase another car.
«« (back)
(forward) »»
burying the old
why i retire in a strange way
