Balance
Sunset

Making TimeVacation with the Buxleys was unbearable. They were all about numbers. 197 miles to Scottsbluff. 24 minutes to the next Flying J. Barometric pressure is 29.1 and dropping. And they didn't just talk numbers; they brawled numbers. If any of the three Buxley machines - man, woman, or prepubescent - committed an error minute as a hundredth of a percent, it was the job of the other two to gang up on the mistaken party and chastise until all of their boxy foreheads were dewy with computational perspiration. This is why I hadn't said anything in 150 miles. 156, to be exact. What started as a well-meant ploy by my mother to get me out of town fMaking Time
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╰☆╮мαιzιε [l.σ.ν.є.ѕ.] уσυ!╰☆╮
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touch me
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Surreal ran away with the Spoon.
and for noticing that my inspiration most often comes from music.
a lot of my titles have been coming from Jimmy Eat World.
I've found a new love for them.
I look forward to seeing your newest works ^_^
i agree.
jimmy eat world is amazing.
thanks for adding me to your friends!
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