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[11 Sep 2009|10:38pm] |
bleak as fuck
no sleep
=total waste=
frustration
and
sorrrrrrow
a new chapter.
(no chance)
waking up at 4 am on my hard twin mattress. collar stretched out and wet and sticking to my chest. ballooned out. and feeling nothing but desolation, more barren than the deepest part of my mind.
that's all there is mayn. a heavy ball of gunk in my stomach and a gunked up brain.
on some wasteland life type shit.
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[27 Nov 2007|11:33pm] |
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i want to go into a house where the husband and wife are dead and they are old and their old dead bodies are still there. i want to go into their house and i want to walk around. i want to go into their attic and drink beer and put on old clothes and look at all their old shit. just sit around and reminisce.
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