January 2011
Who's not getting kissed at Midnight?
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December 2010
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And when a woman that you loved is gone, she's...
And if my woman was a fire She’d burn out before I wake And be replaced by pints of whiskey Cigarettes and outer space Then somebody moves And everything you thought you had has gone to shit But we’ve got a lot Don’t ever forget that And I wrote this on an airplane Where the people looked like ants And when a woman that you loved is gone She’s bombing east Japan ...
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Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses...
– Oscar Wilde
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