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Oct 04, 2005 23:09

im laying on my floor drowning in the thoughts of horrid that drench my tear stained carpet. laying on my back, bearing all i rip out my soul and throw it at the wall. it sticks like overly cooked spaghetti and reminds me of a zebra, with a desk lamp attached to its back. as the purple could swirls around me beckoning me to come play i ask you one ( Read more... )

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suleebee October 5 2005, 10:06:16 UTC
acid is a bad thing my friend

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3guys October 6 2005, 03:32:16 UTC
i do know the muffin man, last time we met, he mentioned somthing about not liking you...yea...sorry...

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