Wednesday, February 29, 2012

i look down upon my diary-less livelihood with a feeling of cordial disdain

If I don't know something, then I don't know anything at all

And I feel like sometimes, it's like, "oh" 
And also, it's like, "oh," also. 
Then clams, and pictures
pictures of clams
and pictures, of clams 
and an understanding. hi. 
that's like, oh, we can't, 
because it's like, 
bitches ain't shit. 

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