21:40:33 - 2001-01-27
hurts and thoughts they fade...fade awayyyy..
deep door down delirios sound........
dostoevskyian magic .....this tormenting twisted soul of a body girl she looks like hell
like hell turned upside down and all the devils fall of that piece of lard
and dropped further into the depths the abyss .....
when i woke up one fine morning i found myself crying at staring at the tips of my
toes to see whether they are still there and i couldn't help recalling
the evil smell of coffee drifting into my room from the idiotic poseur
coffee place downstairs....i forced myself out of bed deliberately to hurt myself
from resting further from indulging in the comforts of lying in bed after
8 hours of sleep (the adequate rest of the human body system) and i jumped out of bed
with enforced livelyness and uttered curses as the realisation of the day's
tediousness came to me and i couldn't escape back into my bed because this
realisation has already settled into my mind and shall subconciously affect
me for the rest of the day.../....there shalt be no peace.
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