I hope your morning feels less like lead. Tell me everything, forever, about anything. I’m here to absorb everyone’s secrets and let them weigh me down like a pile of discarded bricks in the junkyard. Maybe someone will make me into a driveway someday.

I hope your morning feels less like lead. Tell me everything, forever, about anything. I’m here to absorb everyone’s secrets and let them weigh me down like a pile of discarded bricks in the junkyard. Maybe someone will make me into a driveway someday.

posted : Tuesday, January 11th, 2011

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