The return

Apr 03, 2006 19:25

I'm back, bitches. What'd I miss?

Probably nothin'. You guys are boring fucks.

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Shit, everything hurts. My finger's sprained, but I don't wanna go see that nurse bitch. Tons of bruises sprouted underneath my skin, blood veins poppin', right? I could spend hours jus' playin' with 'em. Somethin' reassurin' 'bout bruises. Cuts just ache, but bruises...a nice control.

A sorta controlled explosion. Like a gun.

I read 'bout her in the newpaper while I was gone. They think she was sleepin' on the streets an' was mugged. They showed this picture that did'er too much justice an' described her dead, rotten corpse like there was no tomorrow.

Who the fuck did she think she was, anyway? She thought she knew how things worked? So much like a teenager. She thought she'd live forever.

I think that's my problem, too.
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