can't hear anything but mindless arguing deep behind my ears this one tells me the best plan was to make short sharp cuts in his face that'd look the nicest maybe split at the seams only the/my voice (the one i call other, the one i pretend isn't really me) didn't tell me to the newspaper monster soaring down from the ceiling in the single bed sized room did. this monster was thin(paper haha) with newspaper clipping hoods over dark eyes dragging paper knives towards me. death by paper cut.
what is going on with me...
3 comments:
Just because you didn't like Tarkovsky's Sacrifice doesn't mean you can go lacerating my face. Lol. I do get an undeservedly bad wrap on this blog.
i dont think thats true :( and i dont think you should make light of my brief insanity....miaow...anyway its over now...you're not supposed to comment on my RANTINGS you're supposed to pretend you never read them :p otherwise ill have to stop blogging coz ill be censoring myself...mew....
Of course. Carry on. Looking forward to Realism this eve.
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