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Sep 24, 2004 00:02

I can't feel my toes, my fingers....or anything..I can't deal with this...and I don't want to know...anything.....
the only thing i'm a part of are the two fur-balls that make up my social circle...
I can't decide if his eyes are blue or green...but apparently it doesn't matter
I need another job or I won't be able to pay my rent....
I need another job or the solitude will drive me mad.....
or maybe just nervous....very very nervous
"pero no estoy loco como dicen los medicos que me han reconocido"
I'm a wild woman baby....but there is no lucky man
there isn't anyone....and so I melt into white walls and floors covered in cat litter and tear drops....and no one holds me while I cry
just two furry faces rubbing.....promising....
lying....
silky liar....
smooth...like the truth never existed at all....
or maybe it just dissolves into the lies until there is an equal distribution.....
so who's lying?
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