I'm doing nothing, except sulking. And wondering what drug I was on when giving all my journal updates titles.


Lovely to ChooseLovely to ChooseLovely to Choose
Dead but still here Beheld and beloved Like a god fallen from the sky
A bitterness that grips you, But it doesnt bring you sorrow Sweet on your tongue, Like a foreign language. Meaningless and never binding Thoughts that dont mean a thing How are we for a dead wring?
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There's fucking puebs in my fucking potatoes!
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There's fucking puebs in my fucking potatoes!
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There's fucking puebs in my fucking potatoes!
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アリス
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I'm grrrrrrrrrrrreat. Like Frosted Flakes..... Only better.
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I'll Bite You To Death.
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I'm grrrrrrrrrrrreat. Like Frosted Flakes..... Only better.
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