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04-03-02
ummm...
an old black champion sweatshirt... chopped up to my liking. jeans with writing all over them (my friends and i get bored easily are are often in need of entertainment). my ugly glasses. the necklace i wear every day of my life. no earrings on account of my ears being extremely infected. my hair is a mess... the end. How Sad, When This Is What Your Life Has Been Reduced To. A Single Room Apartment Containing No More Than A Mattress. How Sad When The Strings Have Been Removed From The Blinds And All The Outlets Painted Over, And The Television Screen Is Streaked With Blood And Smeared From Your Knuckles, As You Were Trying To Punch It Out But You Underestimated Its Strength, Or Maybe You Just Weren't Trying Hard Enough. Startled By A Knock At The Door You Rise For The First Time In 2 Days To Answer, But You Can Only Greet The Visitor With One Short Statement: "HELLO MY FIRST NAME IS DISTANCE, AND I REALLY DONT CARE IF I NEVER WAKE UP AGAIN..." |