smoke through the nose

Oct 30, 2003 11:06

dear sarah fisher,

dailing that number, sweating by the phone. it chokes till your dead. that was the plan. to dump your body at the old mill and wait for that time you're ready to come back to life. when we show you that we've killed everything and everyone you love. take it literal, take it and breakdown. you were made to break and you made it so yourself. be greatfull for this mess i've created for you and myself. i wait like a child for that sigh, and i'll wait with our child for that body to dust itself off and murder anything having to do with beauty.

hugs and fishes
--jason
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