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May 05, 2007 15:01

I am one more trip to Effingham to get blazed away from imploding.

My mind is like that of a Vulture and I can feel those beedy eyes scoping you out when I laugh at you.

I see you driving around everywhere and it kind of annoys the piss out of me.

I hope all of those clouds that came down so low last night remain in the sky for a while.

I love being in this state, your respect for me is astounding.

I look like white trash and I feel like white trash but I can't turn this head around.
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