Thursday, October 9, 2008

check chins, stack ends, fuck friends..

it feels like im swimming with lots of small, dense, weights attached to my ankles. everytime i get close to the surface so i can finally breathe and taste air and see sunshine and see where im going, i get dragged back to the bottom in a violent fit of rage. i take the weights off occasionally, and lather up some oil on my ankles in high hopes that they slip off when i violently kick, but sometimes that just isnt enough. maybe i need to cut off my feet to get these weights off.





friends.



"friends"

fiends.

foes.






they drag me down. im drowning. help.

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