Don’t dream about a man who’s still alive.
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It’s past 2am. Everything’s dark and still here in my black hole. Well, except for the slight humming of my electric fan, and the faint sounds coming from the low-volumed TV, and my restless mind that doesn’t seem to want to shut the eff up.
So it all comes down to this.
There’s something to be said about Sundays.
These days, I feel myself getting dumber. WARNING: Geek alert. Reading this may induce a serious case of drowsiness and maybe even hypothermia. Read the rest of this entry »
“Tomorrow they will break her legs.”
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