( Jul. 27th, 2009 11:12 am)
I sit in my own piss, waiting for the light to shine through the cracks of my ceiling (your floor), even though it stings my eyes each time.
( Jul. 27th, 2009 02:24 pm)
Developed painful sores on my knees and ankles... what's the use of being on them so much? My dress is soiled and I can feel the crawlers traveling between my legs. I can hear the walls shifting and a TV somewhere. The sounds of pornography wave in and out. Closing my eyes, I think about how much I want to ride a carousel and devour cotton candy until the light floods and my eyes burn again. You're coming and I become excited. You're coming and you're carrying a soldering gun. The lights hurt my eyes.



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