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Sunday, April 30, 2006
mood: mraz
Lengthy and wordy, they don't pause for commas or periods. They tell you everything you want to hear but never need to know. "Feed me! Feed me!" You screamed and they are only too happy to oblige because that's their job. Highly intoxicated, you are subjecting yourself to a permanent and irreversible damage that will see you all the way to the door and say goodbye to Hellos. Then rot. The log and fungi are all yours, you've met your expiry date. You've been on the shelves for far too long, prolonged exposure only serves to embarrass you when you're out of your timeline. So get it packin' and say tata for the plane waits for none, none of you.

I've never had my closures (or denied of, i don't know) so i've picked that up nicely and have thus cultivated a habit of leaving things undone. It makes me feel mean and spiteful and that's goooooood. But it's better if i don't start anything at all. And make them crave and go turkey shakin'. Whatever that means. Ah, wicked!

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fara // 02:10






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