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- posted: February 23 @ 4:17pm
Well the pills I got they ask me lets go out for a while
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
Boy those wings are made of wax
While the things I do to kill me
They just tell me to relax
(Jill has been putting up with the lack of me for a long time, and gets me back on monday. But her photo class assignment this week is a portfolio of food photography. So she's getting a lot of color in her home made mexican feast. I love her.)
And the knives up in the kitchen are all too dull to smile
Yeah and the sun it tries to warn me
Boy those wings are made of wax
While the things I do to kill me
They just tell me to relax
(Jill has been putting up with the lack of me for a long time, and gets me back on monday. But her photo class assignment this week is a portfolio of food photography. So she's getting a lot of color in her home made mexican feast. I love her.)








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