morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary - i got a semi promotion at work. no extra pay though. just more responsibility makes things a little easier quicker - i got a portishead album and a pink harmonica to match lucille dangerous roadtrips. oh thelma oh louise. - spit. spitspitspit. fuckass. - my heart was screaming GASBOTTLEGASBOTTLE 2 hours of The most superficial conversation i can imagine sporadic even. spurts stupid. Ripped off. can you please reimburse me the $10 i spent just to get to you just to watch you be some bitter hung over old man milking death. milking it. fuckass. fuckass fuckass fuckass. yeah maybe i Like that word now or something - ripped off whats it for anyway fuck you fuck you i said once more i said No tears and look hahahahaha look. hahahahahaha ohhhh fuck. - what can i say? i can't believe can't fucking fathom any of this. it's just too fucked up. too fucked. and what could i possibly say what caould i Possibly say that hasn't been said a thousand or more times before - and she's here. she's always here and i love her guts but fuck sometimes you know it'd be nice to get some of what i started with yes i'm breaking. - i don't know what to say i want to write about this but ahh it makes me sick to think about really ick and it's stupid it shouldn't you know ick the whole fucking thing is just Disgusting it smells throw it out get rid of it - want to write about this argh, tender so tender raw red you just like to rub sandpaper over my burns don't you. or maybe thats me who likes to do shit like that - bury myself in this other boy bury myself gasbottlegasbottle she still continues to scream it's going to haunt for awhile i think what can i say she remembers it's only you that can tear me apart... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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