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Nov. 9th, 2006 11:27 am//written in handsome cursive//
This is like karma right? All the liquor's turned to wines and absinthe, not that I mind, but I preferred my god damned own drinks! Fuck. There's no power and I have long hair again, there's a reason I cut it short 100 fucking years ago. I look like the bastard child of Father Winter and some jobless hippie. On top of that bullshit...
I went down to the garage this morning to check on Delilah. The City could do something like this to me, but not her, she's innocent.
Isn't she handsome? Now she wants fucking carrots and oats.
Do not laugh if we cross paths today. I won't be held responsible if her throttle kicks you in the damned face.
This is like karma right? All the liquor's turned to wines and absinthe, not that I mind, but I preferred my god damned own drinks! Fuck. There's no power and I have long hair again, there's a reason I cut it short 100 fucking years ago. I look like the bastard child of Father Winter and some jobless hippie. On top of that bullshit...
I went down to the garage this morning to check on Delilah. The City could do something like this to me, but not her, she's innocent.
Isn't she handsome? Now she wants fucking carrots and oats.
Do not laugh if we cross paths today. I won't be held responsible if her throttle kicks you in the damned face.
