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im going to start wearing my trenchcoat. because with that trenchcoat on, i can be one second closer to the person i want to be. and while im at it ill cut my hair, or better yet ill grow it long and ill look mysterious and sexy in my trenchcoat hair. maybe ill start working out. what a great idea, ill go to class every day, and learn like a good student, and when im in grad school ill fit right in, with my trenchcoat, my hair, and my knowledge. itll be great, ill find a girl whos just for me, shell be quite a babe and think pavement ist rad. shell look up to me while we drink coffee, and talk about which final fantasy is the best, before we go home to fuck.
my burger my friend my cigarette my ears my eyes
the waiter talks about a girl whos changed him, and nick talks about a girl who fucks with him, and the girls in the booth behind bitch in pittsburgheese, and the nerds to the left laugh about mario kart and uniracers, and things that i used to care a lot more about.
ive smoked a lot and im starting to think that my right lung has started to rot. i have a dull pain there when i breathe in deeply. it cant be true after only one year of chemicals and tar and poison (and tension relieving goodness they call nicotine) in my system, but im dying. people smoke for years and years, im paranoid and blind, paranoid, i imagine some of the pain, and i exaggerate the seriousness of it, blind because i continue. my name means blind in gaelic so fuck it, it makes sense right?
The Omega Virus will hit in 2051. Tonight, we played the roles of the 4 brave marines who will terminate it to the sound of a a silly computerized voice coming from a voicebox, built in the 80s. Then we busted out the ouija board. Its a parker brothers board game that lets you contact spirits, with a sliding heart and a fancy piece of cardboard. So we contacted a spirit named Ezekiel, who is 8 years old, and lives in my attic. I cant sleep.
my burger my friend my cigarette my ears my eyes
the waiter talks about a girl whos changed him, and nick talks about a girl who fucks with him, and the girls in the booth behind bitch in pittsburgheese, and the nerds to the left laugh about mario kart and uniracers, and things that i used to care a lot more about.
ive smoked a lot and im starting to think that my right lung has started to rot. i have a dull pain there when i breathe in deeply. it cant be true after only one year of chemicals and tar and poison (and tension relieving goodness they call nicotine) in my system, but im dying. people smoke for years and years, im paranoid and blind, paranoid, i imagine some of the pain, and i exaggerate the seriousness of it, blind because i continue. my name means blind in gaelic so fuck it, it makes sense right?
The Omega Virus will hit in 2051. Tonight, we played the roles of the 4 brave marines who will terminate it to the sound of a a silly computerized voice coming from a voicebox, built in the 80s. Then we busted out the ouija board. Its a parker brothers board game that lets you contact spirits, with a sliding heart and a fancy piece of cardboard. So we contacted a spirit named Ezekiel, who is 8 years old, and lives in my attic. I cant sleep.