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i have least 15. and non. non in all rooms.
i think there is a theif loose visiting my lil hut.
applying fingers to plastixc and typing.
and i hate getting dressed in morning and having nothing new to wear, and inability to get dressed to go buy something new.
and neon yellow isnt right.
i think i may have lost a baby, but i added a bigger one to make up for it.
tis filled with recrimination and damnation but all love it.
its cold, and i want a new pc. and i am ment to go get one but ... i dont know. seems so effortfilled.
id look like a columbian drug lord or a failing pimp, i know this and i already look like i am "gang" related. its not cools.
trashed slashed rooms. lil inflicted.
creakynee has good taste in variety of things.
i approve of this. atleast part in post.
woefilled deranged delarium all a thank.
i may go wash at this stage. yes. we have decided its best. as a visit to the bank is rarely fruitful when done half naked.
i should try tappering that sheet of metal before time wears it away ,work of any sort even the type you enjoy becomes so ugly eventuly.
i um people werent ment to really bother to reply or such but thank you for doing so.
i am well. how are you?
someone replied and you dont know what to say, atleast your dressed. you really should think before you write or open your bloody mouth, its not sensible to do automatic writting here. but but ah well its ok you think directly and plant down.
i should have a cup of tea for breakfast, court or park?
go ... now do it. fill your warm fluid slurping needs.
your cup is black paisley print.
mine is red paisley print
i should have checked before trying to swallow it and spewing neon orange foam.
send birthday card to newthew.
two transfers of monies.
and buy more greentea.
calls , i used to dispise them so much, part of me still does when its a stranger or anyone i dont know intemaltly.
and this gives me alot of neurosis. which causes my ulcer to act up. and my back pain just never ceases.
and and this would be there last album.
rough trade tut tut. slightlykilling .
my little sisers ex boyfriend was recently stabbed to death.
my chest tightens all non flow.its art attack init
i think iam going to die alone and i had it explained to me why.
dis meats alot of needy people looking for attention.musical.
why am i home.
oh yeah thatts right.you killed all the robots and now there are just loose screws and silly bolts floating.
frozen or seaized. i am really glad my arm isnt tingly but the stabbing feeling in my chest is not fun. i may go look for some antipill pains.
i am going to tattoo marry me on my chest. naah thats to... you know
how about "there is a smiths qoute here?"
or just on my hang . though i dont want to clutter my hands with more gangs ones.
i am going to marry the next person who likes me and loves me.
fact. iev decided.i should just ask everyone i know. someone will eventuly say yes.
i dont want to lose my balls. i really really dont.
can you ge erections when your testicals have been cut off?
saint martins is the fags.
"by a. hitler"ill vomit in your eye your pompous psyeddou intelectual conceptual cunt.
withdrawn forlong final solution.
tre sexy. no wonder we rolled over.
giving it time and endless space
wait long enough and everythign will eventuly happen. jus ye be to fucking far gone to notice the difference.
ooooh monkeys on juice.
i have tropicana. and and lorrys aint got nothing but old age and a broken back.
we should form a club. social'ill'e'leet. vomit.
id so fuck stephen fry. far to crude.
working it all in there. ini?
i wanna be marc i wanna fuck with the punks. i wanna find a emo and slap them smart i wanna pill a goth till there is a tomorrow.
he screams and he bails.
you young cool hip trendy people may be wire thin but i am a chain smoking drinker ill at health and mind.
its for mine.