me? they never properly aired out this room. it smells like a mixture of rotting metal and decaying technology. old books liven the effluviation and enhance the acceleration of decrepitude. 991209
amy the art of venting my frustrations on innocent bystanders. rar rar rar. 000418
miniver Ooh-ahh.
Wet flesh,
Cold air.

I don't know how to write love poems.

So, there.

(Let the souls of the lost syllables haunt me in my sleep.)
paste! Living inside an empty chapstick tube with a bottlecap for a roof gets stuffy. One day I'll grow up to be a mouse moviestar. 140711
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