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so today it began. the finalization for my leg. the throbbing it worth it. the swelling is minimal, but i love to stare at it. it's only an outline. unique and only mine. with black, blues, reds and greens. it's mine. only mine.

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- A Binary Haiku

ok, i know it's really nerdy, but fuck, i find it funny

for some reason soberity has hit me like a two ton heavy thing. the only thing in my head is Maynard singing.... o' lord, please let me sleep.

I'm taking her home with me
all dressed in white
she's got everything i need
pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me
i can see it in her eyes
she acts just like a nurse with all...
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WhosUrYeti: battered and bruised i fall to the floor like a disgarded rag doll.
WhosUrYeti: to be left behind for now. but one day, someone new will now the joy of my simplicity.
WhosUrYeti: until then, i wait paciently, watching the world, and gathering dust.
WhosUrYeti: i need to comb my hair or get a new dress. maybe someone will notice me then.
WhosUrYeti: but...
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yeah. so it happens that i find myself writing again. i'm not as shocked by my letting my thoughts out to the world. but, i am surpirsed that you reading them. one of these days, hopefully, i will learn why we are so intrigued in others. why i keep looking at these very lovely ladies. why it arrouses me such that they are undressing in...
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ya know... i realize that i'm in a self destructive mood. and i don't want to bring those around me, with me. but i hate it when they tell me i shouldn't be self destructive.

why not?

every day of your life is another day of destruction that you can not stop. the only thing i'm doing different is i'm trying to find ways to...
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i am ugly.
i am ugly.
i am ugly.
i am ugly. and the image in the mirror is the same. the same thing i saw yesterday. the same thing i see tomorrow.

i am ugly

the void. this state in the union called Louisiana. there is no escape. there is no sanctuary. i'm slowly dieing before i've had a chance to live. i'm slowly wasting away in a refuse of the south. i will break free.