Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Queen Is Dead. Licking my index finger, I rubbed a small spot on my nose. And again, thinking some small piece of mascara had managed to make a home on the bridge. It was just another, new, freckle. I wonder if there will be a day where they strike a revolt, and take over my face. 6:42 a.m. - 2008-05-07 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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