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strictly speaking, the tomato is not a vegetable - 2005
it's really a kind of dolphin
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fact
I like you.
Name: I like you.
Website: addicted
book of days
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someplace that's away
[things i've written]
dear catastrophe waiter. brendon/ryan. nc-17.
21. patd gsf. nc-17.
drive faster, boy. brendon/ryan. nc-17.
broken glass and rusty nails. brendon/ryan. nc-17.
that's what he said. p!atd gsf. nc-17.
except under the pale light. pete/ryan. nc-17.
that first inconceivable touch. brendon/ryan. nc-17.
crush (with eyeliner). patd gsf. nc-17.

fact
I am waiting for something to go wrong
I am waiting for familiar resolve
I am waiting for another repeat
Another diet fed by crippling defeat
And I am waiting for that sense of relief
I am waiting for you to flee the scene
As if you held in your hand the smoking gun
And on the floor lay the one you said you loved.
- Expo '86, Death Cab For Cutie