Posted by . t r e n t on February 29, 2004, 1:24 pm . it was quiet. almost too quiet. trent hated the silence.. it literally drove him insane. falling free from the habit of wearing his amiable dickies, trent happened to fashionably strut the walkway in a pair of bondage pants; weighed down with several various chains.. held up by a studded belt. freak, no? hide from the fashion police.. a single palm, decored with nails of the a sable pigment, were drug through appendages.. readjusting those that had fallen limp from the chilled drizzle that softly enveloped the pastures. intrigued, although bored out of his mind, weight was leant against the washboard fence, pulling a switchblade from his pocket to randomly sketch away at the already chipping paints T R e N T
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[ if it wasnt for your pretty face ]
[ i would have killed you by now ]
"..ill runaway with you.."
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