Screw you, big giant bullet shell bomb thing. Seriously, screw you. I used to wish you'd just go away. Then I thought maybe I'd bury you so deep I'd forget you ever existed. You got to run the show for a while. I found you again, on a proving ground of my own choosing. Now I know you're a part of me. I accept that. One of these days you'll get the love you need. But I'm done with being afraid of your shadow. It's high time you were afraid of mine.
Hang around up there all you want. We both know that's the worst you can manage.
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I think I've seen this one in person, and I -think- I have some idea of where the imagery comes from. All I can say is *HUG*, Ant.
I'm afraid of that thing NOT because it looks like a giant bullet shell.
I'm afraid of that thing NOT because it looks like a giant bullet shell.
I'm afraid I'm repeating myself...
There's something revoltingly sensuous about that bullet-thing...uhhhh...ohhhh...
How come the date on it is '07?
found ya! =O
LETS POST MOAR UNDER OUR RESPECTIVE BLOGS OK? =/
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