no. it's not dead.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
*Before the net fluctuates into deterioration again
I want to throw away my worn out shoes into your face, really. It's not so much that I didn't care anymore, it's more of, 'what the hell, I guess I was wrong'. It's hate, simply put, it's hate for me. I just wish there's some way you'd slap it across my face, you know, just say it out right, so I'd not bother you or myself with my almost automatic nuisance. In my mind it's automatic, but in reality, I think it's pheromones. I've gone more than a few credible years lacking the same things, I can still go a few more. I lie to myself, badly, I might add. Screw you, fucktard. Hold my hand, please. You make me want to tear my eyes out when I'm basking under the moonlight.
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It's off.
Which one, the light or the switch?
You.
Oh.
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Love is for those who have something to say about the world, and my hand covers the entirety of my face. I detest, slightly, if not really.
smiled at the sun again @ 1:30 AM,
1 Comments:
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At August 27, 2007 at 4:07 PM,
jose angeles. said...
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i'm really sorry i make everything in the milky way go off. i can't help it!
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ohhhhh you know what they say about men with big hands. on second thought, hindi ka nga pala lalaki.