lord of song
(and maybe there's a god above

but all i ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you)




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monsieur, mademoiselle.
Posted on: Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Posted at: 4:33 PM
i now present to you


the eleventh want, the eighth deadly sin, the thirteenth Commandment that was made to be shattered:


I want a boy with lips like morphine.