take a picture, it'll last longer. day 1.
pretend these tracks in the sand are the tracks of a black stallion. i am on the stallion. riding into the sunset. racing it. chasing it. always just at the edge of its shadow. tring to beat time. i never wanted that day to end.
today, i chase the moon of last night, galloping backwards in a futile attempt to flip time upside down.
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awwwww punkpants. thankyou. the fan has already come in handing, fanning my fury at the final episode of Desperate Housewives!
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