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 CHAPTER 1 The ninã night is on my side… So, I took this bus trip to San Francisco, your typical troubled teenager thirsting for some... [read more] |
 The fashion stylist’s stylus Isn’t ostrich feather, patent pleather or wrought by Midas, instead her ballpoint bunks in a bijo... [read more] |
 I used to be frightened of the dark, So I would sleep with all the lights on. I thought the shadows had their own lives, Creeping cautiously... [read more] |
 infused in all other waking life a little jockey sitting on your brain these plants help me sleep impurities make the veins explode swelling... [read more] |
 Such a grand gift he has for you A thousand and one songs to sing Nothing better than this! The sky he promises is the limit A God on earth... [read more] |
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Can a promise made be kept? Hell on earth before every year Reckless fool chasing bottle after bottle It's always been the same So many, too... [read more] |
 “Flat and sideways“wailscreamshoutpanderinginsolventinsolenceonceyou could do no wrongup until you doflailingsplayedpinned. [read more] |