quarter past

[point5]

im drawing pictures of hot doors on fire. the kind that whisper smoke from the top and bellow from the bottom. the kind they warn you to touch the knobs of instead of opening willy-nilly. in my drawing the knob fell off and is a smoldering puddle of solder on the floor. where the knob goes is a hole. i learned in my young age how to open a door

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[ladieschoir]

beautiful written entry.

[point5]

oh thanks that means a lot from you!

[nintendork]

yeah that was quite a room.

now you should write one about me and kevin's room. "a mattress lies unused, only rotten grapes sleep there now. the frame of the bunkbed chipped and dented after many rounds of "lets throw cans of diet coke at the bed til they explode." two tvs, one no picture with sound, one no sound but a color picture." then i put the back of my hand to my forehead, *sigh* flip over a coffee table and sleep on the downstairs couch.

[point5]

a little poetic license involved in saying it was a 'rats nest' but eh. hey yours is good! haha flip over a coffee table, kick a hole in the wall, drop a tub of macaroni salad and call it a night. sigh.

[millimillenary]

you should write more often.

[point5]

i should i should i know. i should also spend more nights holed up in my cube room with a bottle of shiraz.