A long time ago, the simplicity of my thoughts began to dissolve... now, wired to the ground I can smell the delightful waves of mental perturbations, avoiding illness, confuse and reasons to kill yourself.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Coraline...
Now I'm leading through this door... everything is odd... rusted... I'm... lost.... where's my mom...?
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