Dreams suck. Just had to put that out in the open.

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Half a pound of tuppany rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Pop goes the weazel

Half a spoon of heroin
Half a spoon of treacle
That's the way the story goes
Out comes the evil

Coheed and Cambria = teh sex

Can't sleep and I wanna put cigarettes out on my arm. Maybe I'll just go play pokemon.

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Also, Transformers was fuckin metal.

You Are Surrealism
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Is it bad that I actually want a hotdog or some ramen right now? Strange cravings I suppose.

Day in, day out, images meld to the same. Air becomes thick as life seems stuck in a loop though events around me walk on in their own time.

Change is good.

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