I love to brush my teeth 'cause when I do I know that's what I'm doing. I'm not supposed to be doing something else.
Don't have to worry that I'm hurting nobody.
And then I walk back out with my mouth stinging of mint and I hear the squeal of truck brakes down outside my window.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
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