11:04 p.m. - 2004-05-06
talented mr ripley
the robot has suicidal thoughts
meanwhile the politicians do their jobs
the neurotic people sitting in silence
the bored girl wishes for violence
they look at each other's eyes and smiled
the kid played with her plastic water bottle
i took a walk and enjoyed it
and then i went back
things were not that simple
i had thoughts in my head
burn and scratch
why is it so?
i think its a habit.
to sit down and think sad.
you had trouble communicating
excommunicate the spirits
scream fuck fuck fuck
we are all types.
she looks like that but behaves like a type.
i am a type.
forgive me.
sorry.
i'll make you guys happy.
the dissappointment is big.
the hopes are dashed.
the time is gone.
all is not lost.
a packet of atoms
walked
tetris blocks in www.mega64.com
i hate writing crap like this.
but disorganised.
i made a shirt today. and wanted to make beads for colleagues but no.
i made a shirt today and realised why people buy shirts in the first place.
stupid homemade shirts.
they make you cry.
family gatherings.
everyone.
you.
facade.
talented mr ripley.
they gave me the thumbs up.
while someone is trapped in the basement.
they opened the door and looked inside.
mr. bones!
i was a hypocrite.
a robot programmed to be nice.
mr crowley!
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