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[angry_otter]

my evil roommate got a ticket today for $170. that makes me really happy, even though I know that makes me a bad person. still. funny as hell.

my smiling flesh shrinks back from even the nuance of your name
my fingers twitch, my lips they lie, my eyes betray the game

I've been feeling poetic lately. weird. eerie.

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[tv_screen_grey]

You've always struck me as poetic, Miss Emily, even when you say you aren't feeling particularly so.

I'm glad your roommate is suffering. Haha, see: I am evil, too.

Are you coming home at all for Thanksgiving?