Friday, June 15, 2007. It had been a while since my last visit to Paris. All the intricacies and decorations made me just want to tear something up. Sort of the chaotic, and dominant, side of my father that I picked up. I glanced up into the mirror. Running down between my vibrant eyes was equally vibrant hair. I thought back to the day it happened. Then, I heard it. That strange, squealing, excite.

Yesterday I Woke Up Sucking A Lemon. Take me on board their beautiful ship, Show me the. Wax Me, Mould Me, Heat the Pins and Stab Them In. Just Because You Feel It Doesnt Mean Its There. Dont Know Why I Feel So Skinned Alive. Sit Down, Stand Up, Walk into the Jaws of Hell. The Panic, The Vomit, God Loves His Children. What I Didnt Know Then. Saturday, June 9, 2007.

JE MET TOUT A LA RACHE. Je pleures toutes les nuits le jours je. Je ne veux plus de votre amitier à la.

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