what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

J. Treebeardsley photo

That bucket that catches all the overflow, mispours, splashes, spills, foamovers. That bucket that the bartender emptys at the end of the night. That bucket - that’s how I feel.

Thank god yesterday was Thursday. (TGYWT)

Word.

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pilderwASSer said...

I like the way your sparkling earrings lay, against your skin so brown. I wanna sleep with you in the desert tonight with a billion stars all around.

Posted June 13, 2008 10:46 PM | Reply to this comment

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