Aug 27, 2005 22:03
I'd like someone to talk to. Someone I could just ramble on with. I don't have that connection with anyone.
Each spoonful of ice cream is a swallow of poison. It's not even ice cream anymore, just cream. It has no appeal to me whatsoever right now, but I keep scooping it up. I hope to crumble.
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let's go smoke a doobie and watch porn
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