It took him years to hear the message of music. Finally, talking 'bout a revolution, he wore wild skirts and shouted folk guitar.
Written by leftunderbooks on Wednesday, December 9, 2009 at 2:48 pm
Confiction
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The ad read "Cougar looking for boytoy." but Matt didn't really expect to see a large cat waiting for him at the gates.
Written by popiouiuyuio on Saturday, December 5, 2009 at 3:35 am
He was a mischevious, dare-devil, destructive little brat so they pierced his ears and put him in a dress. No dice. He became gay.
Written by popiouiuyuio on Sunday, November 1, 2009 at 11:34 am
Dear diary, Chlorine left me for Sodium. I should have seen the indicators. I found comfort in hydroxide. Sodium left him too.
Written by popiouiuyuio on Wednesday, October 28, 2009 at 12:21 pm
She smiled and handed him a receipt when he paid her. It read: One all nighter, four positions. Thank you, please come again.
Written by popiouiuyuio on Monday, October 26, 2009 at 10:28 pm