theallconsumingvagina

the paint begins to splatter the wall
2004-06-24 17:23:02 (UTC)

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S K Y
She unearthed her eyes to the grating flesh of reality.
How long had she slept? What has happened during her
hiatus of rest? All these questions flood through her
impatiently as she heaves her first morning
breath, "ugghhhh- "; it's 4am. 'Yep, that's my life', she
thinks in a hardy voice. 'It has its details' dribbles
out of nowhere, perhaps from her masochistic
side..? 'Either way', she thinks, 'these voices have to
dissapate by the time i hit the steering wheel because
necessity and pragmatism are calling like unsatiatable
babies in the modern cradle of life.'




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