Saturday, May 17, 2003

time is damaged. waking up is like felatio with a mouthfull of broken glass. stains became a fortress and solitude a decieving veil. every day more sludge is peeled back to let the sun incinerate the worms. Each minute more convoluted than the last. each kiss burns more than the last. doctors forming cartells to apease your problems. easier than suicide, but not as grand.


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