Print Story Missed Me.
You fall in ways to an open fire,
You got no taste for his desire.
He brings you in to warm your bones,
He's the reason why you came, and the reason why you'll have to go.

Things that were bad for me that I miss.

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Print Story Ed's Dead.
By blixco (Mon May 15, 2006 at 09:06:41 AM EST) wfc, fun loving cowwqas., schrodinger's panties (all tags)
Post Mortem.  How much wankery does it take to wank one wanker into a wankfest?

Answer is below.

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Print Story Re-living every moment.
To the moon, Alice, you lousy sycophantic whiny bitch.  To the fucking moon.  One of these days.  You dig?

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