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[urine_in_a_cup]

the leafless trees stretch their crooked branches up into the fog, like cracks in cement. it's hard to tell whether there are any clouds at all, or just too many of them all clustered together. i think gray when i think cancer. (and just why am i writing obituaries for my english assignment?) something new: i was going to be name felix because my

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[m_a_c]

those are your thighs,
right?

[urine_in_a_cup]

umm,
yes -
why?

[m_a_c]

they're just very gorgeous.
i dont know, small thighs are really wonderful in my eyes. i sort of fall apart looking at them.

[urine_in_a_cup]

oh dear
*puts you back together*
(and shh, but they're not really small)

you know how it is, with cameras
and lights
and making things pretty.

sigh.

but thank you, dear;
how are you?

[screwsharpie]

nice perspective of things

[urine_in_a_cup]

and what perspective is that?

[screwsharpie]

you refuse to take a compliment, dont you?

[urine_in_a_cup]

hahahah, no i took your compliment,
i just want to know what perspective you're talking
about exactly...
:)

[_razorbladesky]

i think i'm going insane.
nice crotch.
*slips napkin with phone # on it under the door*

[urine_in_a_cup]

woot; nobody ever liked my crotch before!
:D
and don't go too insane, it's not
so good for the health

tee hee

[lyra721]

It's all about the numbers.
How much do you make a year?
How many girls have you screwed?
How fast can you a mile.
The numbers rule us.

[urine_in_a_cup]

words per minute
heartbeats per hours
deaths per year.

[barefootcellist]

dear helen,

you are so small it makes my bones want to be like the cracks in the cement, like your trees. you look fragile and shaking is not good. numbers have ceased to be my obsession. zero is almost no longer a number. if you get smaller, will you disappear?

love,
helena

[urine_in_a_cup]

no, i won't disappear.
im far from disappearing.

but of course zero is a number!
and -1, -1, -3, are numbers too...

and don't you worry dear,
i am actually doing rather well.

:)