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i've never been so scared for my life as was i that night. this sticky ball of thc has fucked head-long with me through-out the night. but nothing can compare to your unintelligible phrases couped in the backseat of the red blazer. perhaps paired with the fact that you're a scary person as it is but paranoia must have hit me harder in my strange wood-floor bliss. praying that under the water which you stated was cold and ok but youre not talking to any of us there was no knife. my hands seem glued to this floor as are my eyes to the flashing glimmer of the television, it is captivating. every hair on my neck stands at end as you stumble ever closer. then a knock. i'm sleeping.