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Jul 18, 2005 17:32

26 faces of personality coursing through my blood
Last night 5 faces joined forces to try to bring out
My ultimate DOOM.

The beauty in my blood rotted away like bread in a breadbox for three weeks.
Added to this loss of perky, preppy, optimistic look on my existence, something strange happened.

I left his house at a certain time.
Waves of sounds poured through my car speakers
Universal SPOOKtacular I must admit, oh how I adore the human mind.

I wanted to blow bubbles all night and watch them pop all over the grass
Watch a little dog eat them up fast

Two pills I scrounged around until I could pass out for as long as possible.
I wished for sleep to never wake me but in this reality, I knew I would eventually wake up and hope for the faces to have changed and left me suitably stable.

Today I feel selfish, mean, and sick.
I cannot stand feeling as though my existence is futile (“resistance is futile” - "existence is futile" - me the star trek geek playing with quotes... amused Jeffrey at the very least)

So, both dead and undead please welcome truth.
I do not judge, come forth my children, hide under my wings; you shall be safe from harm.

I never realized how dependent on my medication I am until I left it all sitting on Jessica’s desk
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