The Art of Self-Defense, by Cutie In A Death Cab Subscribe to rss feed for Cutie In A Death Cab 

Hiding behind words.  Consonants
and vowels form my everlasting shield.
Vigilantly designing intellectual 
weaponry, I clench my teeth and
smile, smile, smile.  
Kill 'em with kindness.
Posted: 2005-02-01 13:44:37 UTC
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