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[plasticguns]

i'm about to jab my eye out with this piece of plastic.

where did the marrow go?

i read it on the ceiling
while looking up drooling
(i'll never touch it)

i see it. i can learn it.
i can mumble along with it.

but then theres this. . .
and i'm making no sense of it.

some moments have numbers.

Comments

[thevaughncurse]

i need to talk to you soon end of story

[plasticguns]

are you home from ny? hope your trip was fun. give me a call whenever. beginning of story.