Your gone 10 seconds,
I'm falling off the edge of my seat.
Jumping at the smallest sound,
writing bad poetry,
drinking hard liquor,
chewing my nails,
subverting the status quos,
breaking my wrist watch,
arguing,
brawling,
fighting,
screaming.
Oh thank god your back!
09 May 2009
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