A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Um, Yeah
I need to drop you, actually,all of youlike a fucking bad habit. Sick of everything and all of you within the past year. (the two newbies I've just met- you can stay, for now- but to be honest, I really could care less)
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