Out of my gourd!

Dec 27, 2008 01:13

There's a lot of Psychic Vampires in the exurbs of Birmingham, some of them closer than I'd like. They don't want to show their hand and physically restrain me with nails and chains but their viscous sulk-mucus makes it hard for me make my travel plans.

Like running through sand!

Be careful when passing through an area where listless regret is highly concentrated. You might have been born Rosemary's Baby-style as an infant sacrifice to the lord of the (emotional) pit but tomorrow you can leave too! Let's go get drunk with our friends in Atlanta and think about none of this!
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