Here, have some imagination. It's on the house, clearance type thing,
you know? I've got far too much of the stuff cluttering up my mind
space.
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Here, have some imagination. It's on the house, clearance type thing,
you know? I've got far too much of the stuff cluttering up my mind
space.
Category: (general)
Thursday, 30 December 2010
10:51:13 PM (GMT)
It's dark. I don't know why i even bothered telling you that. I mean, it's not as if
you don't exist, right? The fact it's dark isn't really very strange anymore. These
days to tend to expect the unexpected, and you know, when they turned out the sun...
well that was just another carrot in the sick if you ask me. Oh gosh, can't they just
leave me alone for a few minutes? Their clawing at the door, demanding entry, no
doubt so that they can make us one of them. The thing is that if we give ourselves up
then all the point in the world will be gone, i guess. If we open the door and let
them have us then that's it. At least this way everyone has something to live for. It
wasn't always this way, but since Hitler came back from the dead and murdered Justin
Bieber with a pickaxe nothing has been quite the same. I'm guessing by the look of
horror on your face that you actually liked that kid? Get over it little child, go
eat your milkybar and stop whining.


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