Daily Archives Monday, December 2008

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I shake my head. Do I look as silly as everyone else here? Am I as selfish, as greedy, as stupid? It doesn’t matter. I can’t change. The time for debating semantics is hardly now anyway. The ashes drift, the drinks bubble. And here I am wasting even more time watching kids fuck each other [...]

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The pen is slippery in my hands tonight. It feels like the pen has burst and my hand is covered in ink.