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Sep 22, 2006 02:58

The goal was to break my spirit.  They succeeded.  What they didn't count on, though, was that I wouldn't keep quiet about it and just let it all happen.

Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and choreographed. Because.
When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes...
Everything goes according to plan.
I am the new cancer, never looked better and you. can't. stand. it
I know because you say so under your breath.
Reading lips asking "When did he get at all confident?"
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