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the moments you wont remember and in the violent blue headache glare of the morning's hangover, I'll see your reflection, disapproving and I'll choke on my own vomit and wish I knew how to be a better person. But the only thing I'm good at is being dramatic. And my only audience seems to be strangers on the internet. Somehow it is all less fun when You aren't paying attention. Somehow none of it really seems to matter when You don't care. ----- last night and today - 6:21 p.m. , January 18, 2005 nighttime endeavors - 2:32 a.m. , February 13, 2040 the beast - 11:43 p.m. , May 04, 2005 its all here - 8:41 p.m. , May 01, 2005 where'd you go psycho boy? - 8:59 p.m. , April 30, 2005 |