My Life Is a Work Of Fiction, Meaning It Is Not
Real
Saturday, February 16, 2008
i had practice, now my arm hurts/tonight is rocky horror.
yeah, red high heals, and 7 miniutes of brainstew
It's the only song all of us know
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