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[tweedfu]

Every day, every moment, a tick on the bomb, an awaiting explosion that isn't allowed. One that may never be allowed. For in the hallow depths of perception one can only find the empty. The deep bowls of loneliness. With a deep need for aprocriation without the means. My spine begs for the dagger that will sever all signal to the brain and body

Comments

[uberspooky]

Hmmmmm. . .elaborate and interesting. Perhaps one day I'll read a nice plain old boring update from you?

[tweedfu]

What fun would that be.

[uberspooky]

plenty

[damselracer]

interesting... i think it makes sense, in a strange sort of way...

and hey butthead, call me sometime, k? I cant get a hold of you anymore

[tweedfu]

Why not?

[damselracer]

beats the hell outta me! everytime i call, your phone appears to be off or something...