by Unknown
Jul 2009 348 Views 0 comments
she's dead, jim.
love like a vacuum cleaner
make noise when they turn you on,
suck up
keeping to yourself on off-white semi-retractable cord and loose parts no one uses anyway
occupy as little space as possible
in the closet,
dying quietly
when not in use
make noise when they turn you on,
suck up
keeping to yourself on off-white semi-retractable cord and loose parts no one uses anyway
occupy as little space as possible
in the closet,
dying quietly
when not in use
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2009
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