The first guy that showed up at the bar last night was some guy from Canada en route to DesMoines. Dez Moynzz. I ignored everything he said, including "can I have another?" He fell asleep at the bar and I had him hauled away. Fuck you.
I'm wasted as I write this. I took a final and passed it. I don't know what I'm doing.
Last night a crackhead approached me and my friend. I wasn't afraid because he was clearly insane. But maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I just want to be murdered. Or close to it. Like I have said, I need to feel the pain to satisfy my imagining of the pain. I'm always thinking about getting hit by a truck.I throw myself out of a low window and embellish in the impact. Ah, now I can put that pain in my imagination to sleep.
Put the pain in my imagination to sleep...that's life right there.
I'm wasted as I write this. I took a final and passed it. I don't know what I'm doing.
Last night a crackhead approached me and my friend. I wasn't afraid because he was clearly insane. But maybe I should have been afraid. Maybe I just want to be murdered. Or close to it. Like I have said, I need to feel the pain to satisfy my imagining of the pain. I'm always thinking about getting hit by a truck.I throw myself out of a low window and embellish in the impact. Ah, now I can put that pain in my imagination to sleep.
Put the pain in my imagination to sleep...that's life right there.
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