| becoming_my_father | ||
| squint |
and alcohol consumes me rather than I consume it. my stagger leans and tilts against attic walls and the hum of confused witness take over all the noise which my life welcomes. I become my father and my father becomes his and we are so happy in our worlds so empty within. |
020730 |
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| squint |
hehehehehahahaha I have no reccollection of writing this. |
020731 |
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| freakizh |
i wish i could avoid that. but it has started already. i pick my nose like him. |
020731 |
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| sirflaccid |
I saw this at random and found no reason to post. In some weird way it is releaving. In another it is scary. I look back and think. I made it this far. A lot of what he is, was already done. |
050201 |
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| stork daddy | i guess in the sense that i'm dying. | 050202 |
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| pSyche |
didn't I tell you not to play with time?! now look at the mess you've made! |
050303 |