Your Very Flesh Shall Become a Poem
Monday, February 14, 2011
RAWRRR
Just a pure vent-latte with extra expresso.
THIS INSTRUCTOR DRIVES ME UP THE WALLS, OVER THE HILLS, THROUGH THE WOODS AND INTO THE DAMN RIVER WHERE I'M DROWNING.
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