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Monday, January 31, 2005

theres no return from 86 - dont even try.









here is a picture i drawed last week while i was in a coma.



just playing with you. it was the 81st picture i found on googles image search for "pretty picture"

posted by crimson @ 1:06 AM

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Sunday, January 30, 2005

2 months isnt really a long time. it was a good break.
i didn't feel like saying anything. there wasnt much to say.

not that there is anything to say now. i just feel maybe its time to stop being as quiet.

leatherman and i are sick or seeing,reading,thinking the same old shit. hes got a smile on his face and, even though i really dont fucking understand why, im cool about it. psychology can kiss my ass, along with every other major that doesnt serve a purpose. philosophy has and always will be bullshit, but somehow i feel somebodys gonna try to prove me wrong about that one. i see a "but what if..." in my future. fuck it.

i have never failed to fail.



lucifer likes to dance. like a white kid.


another precious waste of time.
cheers.

posted by crimson @ 4:56 PM

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