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Sunday, August 14, 2005


A fictional reality
Trapped in a pill, striped and white tipped.I have a dose given everyday, checked time and again.
Locked in with a manic room mate who used a fork to comit a hanus sin upon there very soul. A gash here a tear there, looks like he got caught in the fridge again. Angst caged, put down to "heal" our "broken" minds. Every night I pray for a sleep unthoughtful, so my family can say they "love" me once more before they o.d. me in this ward for the trapped. My day is never golden when I wake up away from comfort, just because my blood screwed up so badly and twisted my knife in their gut, just to steal my glory, the glory of me gaining my pinochiohness. I wanna be real in a world that is a fake marble made of perverted plastic instead of honest see through glass. The life I was to live, is dy ing a very humiliating death. As every muscle screams to noone but the dirt supporting the baloon of sadist thoughts, as a tiny pin pops it, it puts out a flame burning a dull grey. The ashn smoke rises to the sky of pitch diamonds, as the time around me slows down I hear a few final words. "I am sorry this world didn't take you, I did." Then I realize that those were my dying words to the only one I loved as I layed down across there body, I breath a wind to stetch across the world.
(I realize that a few parts are a little weird, and to me it doesn't feel complete yet but how is it? Oh I finaly fixed my comp as said in pos below and loaded my cd on it here is my gf. Image hosted by Photobucket.com )

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