My vulgar misery ends
Ride the winds of a brand new day;
High where mountains stand
Found my hope and pride again,
The rebirth of the edge of the world.
This is Jhun Billote, and this is the journal of my (un)wicked life. Parental Advisory: Some may appear to have explicit contents... Enter at your own risk!
Thursday, January 13, 2005
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