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May 05, 2004 17:15


I am nowhere.  You fucks.  Don't look.  Don't look.  Don't look.  Don't look.  Don't look.
Ground up.  I am ground up going ground up.  Ground.  Grinding.  My teeth hang loose in a sauce.
Moulding.  Mould me.  Someone, for the love of God do something.  Hahahahah.
The day is a container - and I clean mine out every night.  There are no consequences.
Who is. Searching me out.  Sear.  Underneath the clothes.  Spear me.  Spear.  Spare.
Waiting.  Don't look.  Don't look.  Don't look.  Weighting.  Weaving.  Waving.  Deadening weight of waves.
I waver. 
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