urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart_work When the muse whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep. You must be mistaken my darling. heart_work 2004-01-01T07:45:53Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:heart_work:628 heart_work @ 2004-01-01T02:45:00 2004-01-01T07:45:53Z 2004-01-01T07:45:53Z YO NIGGAZZZZ