Jesus fucking Christ, I could just kill myself. I'm so fucking depressed I could slash a wrist at any moment. Don't want Mom to get suspicious so I'll wear this banana as my smile and she'll think I was happy as Larry... Before she finds me hanging from a belt in my bedroom that is.
Monday, 8 December 2008
BABANACO TAXI SERVICE
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"hm... wait a sec, this, this taste. I remember now, I do have something wonderful in my life. Something to yearn and live for. Food! Glorious food! My God, how could I be so naive!? The answer was in before my eyes ... or to be more accurate, in my mush, the entire length of my self-loathing. I've lost a lot of ground, I must fetch a bargain bucket from the Colonel at once!"
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