Why does a night of cheap vodka always end with me hunched naked in a corner of darkness, clutching 9 inches of razor sharp, unforgiving, cold steel, uttering oaths of bloody murder and promises of sworn vengeance through clenched teeth? The world may never know.
2 comments:
interesting...also were you in such a dark mood you changed the font color.
where you at man, been waiting for some writing, I always look foward to your shit man.
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