no, it wasn't you, was it. someone else that reminds me of you. or do you remind me of someone? it doesn't matter really. i think its funny, cuz we are all people, ya know? all trying to survive, trying to come to some sort of conclusion with some sort of contention. contention. i dunno. i think that it is hard, pretty god damn hard to get through this...this, meaning this. this is life maybe? or is life this. like i said, it doesn't matter, cuz we are all trying to get by. or at least i am...with as little pain as possible. but it sucks at times and i want to eat the whole city, alive. i want to drink it all down with some beer, chase it down. or just burn it to ashes...and then throw them into whats left of the world. hardy har har, i must be losing it. nah, you lost me, i didnt lose you. or maybe i never had you to begin with. the one you want always gets away, away far far away from anywhere you are. i wanted to be that person but i ended up someone else. the one who doesnt run away, but the hunter. i am a hunter. i hunt life, and happiness and death. and the things that can never be caught. or maybe i gotta stop catching and just start infecting...or getting infected, without choice, without warning. a shot of another, another person. im sick, doctor, wont you give me a shot? please, i need a dose of her or him or them and all of nothing.
everything and nothing is what i want."
but i empathize.
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is this for real? is this a joke, or is this for real? i am sick and my head is all stuffy and i am unsure as to your level of seriosity. life is easy... not confusing. we'll talk.
i probably would have empathized more as the angst ridden teen i once was.
it's also easy if you have a slammin rack!
bend over, i'll show you a slammin' rack.
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