Sunday, January 19, 2003

when you find me face down in bathtub filled with rusty water,blood outlining my rotting carcass,with piano wire wrapped around my throat tied into a bow,pills and alchohol in my veins,i hope you take time to read everything i've ever written from cover to cover.and then i hope you'll join me for a swim.


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