When I die, I want to decompose in a barrel of porter and have it served in all the pubs in Dublin.
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Friday, June 15, 2012
fatal attraction.
the knowing—
this won’t work out.
we’re dead
in the water but
disillusioned, i
keep begging
you to
swim.
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