2005-07-02 | 11:37 p.m.

I want you to make it.

I am listening to a demo that someone sent papergoose; I get a lot of these and I feel badly when I don't listen to them. bad. badly. bad. badly. I put on lipstick. I took a bath.

the world is wrapped in black, and I am alone again on a saturday night. everything I say is stilted. muffled. christian talks through cotton. (I wanna make it)

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