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Submitted by Ex Lux Astrum (View user info) at 2004-11-19 04:47:51 EST

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I go, out, I breathe the voice of unreasonable reason...I laugh in the face of reason...I fall in imaginary love with silly girls that actually believe my fascinating bullshit......and.......I realize I do not have a clue, tonight. Sometimes I do. Yet. I feel...the amorphous blob called love....stretching my Levi's in unstretchable places, and I still I mock it. Too much hurt...too much irony...too much everyday day weight on my psyche-stuff. I inhale, I buy a 45 Beretta, I go to jail. I am joking? My lack of humor dictates not...I scare myself before true shit befalls me.
Yabba dabba dooooo.

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Submitted by Dustbrother (user info) at 2004-11-19 04:55:38 EST (#)
Ranking: -2

Lame.

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