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Alex let me do these on her yesterday.
jen gillen.
ain't no shame nobody knows my name
opinionated, in a long term relationship with grammar, year long cyclist, not as much a foodie as i am more so a human trough. pitbulls and PMA. neither misandrist, misogynist, misanthrope nor malevolence; let's call it 'survival of the fittest vs. pms.
beats, burgers, babes, and bikes - i play dirty.
my other tumblr;
a year in words !
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gmail !
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twitter !
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beats, burgers, babes, and bikes - i play dirty.
my other tumblr;
a year in words !
aim !
gmail !
facebook !
twitter !
blogspot !
twitter.com/jengillen
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Dear Eastern Prom, I know its wrong… But its suicide eyes that wrote this song. For all I’m worth, writer’s block is a bitch. Words falling like bricks for a New england wish. I was an easy male fuck in the town of “Naive-ity” All I wanted was a shot in the dark, but like a knife through the heart, I choke on spit covered words.. Oh my god, its happened again. Screaming gets you nothing. One more night in this town and I swear that i’m dead. I drew a heart around the name of your city.
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"Well Liked" by Peter Vidani. For Tumblr.
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