johnny*johnny*american*laid
fuck'em if they can't take a joke.

teach me that i'm small.


Monday, Sept. 06, 2004
when you find you're made for a time, a place, it shackles you, and you go there, do that.

here i am.

it's not the loneliness or the foreign soil. it's just not you.

running away is the only thing that ever got me anywhere.

i'm sorry.

:: 12:55 am ::

now playing ... explosions in the sky (earth is not a cold dead place)

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