| sans_corndog | ||
| god | when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair hang down... | 051222 |
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| paste! |
a canteen covered in snails floats in my flooded bedroom. i look out the window and see a moose on fire stomping through a thousand bananas; people are filming from the guard towers. i grab my pillow. hold me oprah, take care of my ham packaging collection. i see an opening for safety a little bubble growing larger. oh, nope, that's just a granola fairy. i pee myself, take off the gorilla suit, rub my feet with some unsalted butter. what a shit day, what a gleaming day. |
090424 |
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| unhinged |
the sun is shining and warm (maybe unseasonable) i should go outside but once again i drank too much last night and seeing as i have no one to share it with the day doesn't seem to warm after all |
090424 |