Feb 24, 2010 02:03
The padded walls should have been the first sign something was wrong.
After 5 days the thirstiest of all men dies. A week maybe; he certainly fucks off by then. Want for 5 days and want no more. Want as goddamn bad as you could ever want and still...5 days. Fuck me, 5 days has long past. The water doesn't even seem real anymore-- fucking deserts.
I moved into this circle house. Happiness is just around the corner.
Obama wanted it, kids at the arcade want it, dirty clothes get it. Me too. blahblah.
Creativity Admitted: I already know what this means and what I'm going to make it mean to everyone else.