telephones are a product of the past 2003-06-11
conversations like a metaphor the little girl's laugh folds around his heart and it squeezes him to death and crumples him like a fucked up origami crane so beautiful in a brief moment but defected.. he is worth nothing so she throws him away and says, "BRING ON THE NEXT!"
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