Tomorrow morning, I will be whining to the mods to delete this thread. Well, maybe not. Anyhoo, my head is full of inexplicable shit that I don't know how to distangle. Have you ever felt so empty that dying seems a neat conclusion? Has you found a purpose I've mislaid? Do you get board of anticipating every next text? I wish Hollywood hadn't dyed in 1981.
― We Are the Dregs of the Motherfucking Earth (noodle vague), Tuesday, 29 November 2005 02:42 (twenty years ago)