Someone please shoot me in the head, thank you.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Sunday, June 7, 2009
fancy tiny cot's
I ran out of reasons for careing about anything
took acid and crawled into a bed where shadows were having roush sex on the walls.
catching fragments from my brains it's frozen like icelands coldest winter and I'm so trapped here like glue to a broken chair, I feel like I can't hide from anything anymore.
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