posted on July 30, 2003 @ 4:41 pm
rock me, red
i've decided i'm moving to iraq where they make fun of thin women. i don't care if their country's in an upheave. at least i'd be pretty.
"my hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me, so won't you kill me so i die happy? my heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury or wear as jewelry. whichever you prefer."