Thursday, 09/12/02 - 6:07 pm.
I do like butterflies. I want to be one in my next life. But I hope I'll never get my wings nailed to a cardboard.
No butterfly should be denied its wings.
Boy, I want to mean the butterflies in your stomach.
But instead, I'll do you the big favor of leaving you alone for good.
How would that work for you?
(Yeah, I'm sure you're glad).
....
Come to think of it, I guess I already got my wings nailed.
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