3/11/11

we're fucked up but we are not the same.



Jesus filling out paperwork now, at the facility on East 12th Street. 
He's not listening to a word now. His in his own world and he's DAYDREAMIN
He rather be doing something else now like cigarettes and coffee with the underbelly his life's on the line with anxiety now.
She had enough and he had plenty.




 Home, we're coming home again.

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