Guess it's poetry day, hm?
Toronto, 8/31/03
You cant win with snow, Erin rants,
Plush lips gently tugging a Players Light,
Smoke which burrows into my nose.
Though I agree half-heartedly, I know Id
Rather be buried to the hips, shivering,
Than not return.
While I dip my toast corners in yolk
(Snotty dead babies, Kim says, and I bare my teeth)
They discuss the...
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me depressed? never lol
43 days!!!! ring umm quater machine here i come!! lol.. caterer, trent, lol
much love
trin, your wife!
xoxo
[Edited on Oct 12, 2003 9:29PM]
much love
trin
xoxo