their well shone shoe shoved up my ass...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
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happy words occur to me but it's just not the frequency of thought that makes me bend this way it's all of you and every day that's hard. hard. hard.
for most of them it's just a game, they hang it up at the end of the day to start each morning like the last their well shone shoe shoved up my ass so far. far. far.
