Tuesday, January 6, 2009

i feed the cats i sweep the floor i don't fear dying anymore

paint them blood blister brown, blackberry cherry purple - dark. sweep the floor. sweep it all up, keep it all up , enough. lightly tidy. every surface must be perfect in this room. let you down, let them all down, i quit this shit and every bit about it.
paint me lackluster green obscene mean like a magazine. i don't have the energy

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