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this playlist of posts is now set to shuffle.
i save the entries to my hard drive as i write them, and i post them when i feel it appropriate -- not necessarily in the order they were written.
the result, dear reader, is intended to entertain and confuse you.
get fucked.
i mean, thank you.
i really hate poetry
In thirty minutes I'm going to head down to the laundry room to camp out.
And when she arrives, i'm going to try to face my fears and not break eye contact.
I'm going to try to lose myself in those big brown eyes.
And if i lose all muscular control
and my body falls to the floor in a heap
while my essense hangs there in the air
staring
mouth agape
at those round beautiful eyes
its just something i'm going to have to accept.
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