Thursday, November 13, 2008
In Between Bottom & Hell with a Garden Trowel
I can't help but feel like I'm dying, or dead rather. There's nothing for me here. I'm just waiting for the flesh to decay, wasting away in this empty and depressing box. And instead of just letting the earth consume me, I have to express what little I am still able to feel in an alternative way.
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This didn't make me laugh. In fact...it almost made me cry. Take care...keep thinking humourous thoughts!
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