Thursday, February 17, 2011

Sorrow Drips into Your Heart Through a Pinhole

Just like a faucet that leaks, there is comfort in the sound.

I'm sleepy,
but I have meetings and laundry and homework and blahblahblah

and if you go on another rant about the social system and how it's fucked up
I will hang my self with my Ipod charger

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