The Lark Song

(or the semi-complete, somewhat-unedited works of a sometime lunatic degenerate with unlimited high speed internet access)

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Sensitive

Mood Tired, Clean

Please be gentle with me, I'm sensitive, and I'd like to stay that way.
Posted by The Monkey Prince at 4:26 PM

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