the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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10:38 p.m. + 2005-05-21 = i do not know how to title this.
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dear vicodin,
i like you. too much. it's good that we don't see each other too often given that we both need our space from each other in order to prevent/avoid a freakish, obsessive, shakesperean-tragedy-type relationship. but when you are around... 'tis a good thing.
and i hope you are not alarmed by the three gun shots i just heard down the street near the more undesirable housing. and now, the police sirens blaring. ... um.... i need to go investigate. my curiousity is much stronger than my love for you, vic.
-pojken.
[[so, i... uh... apparently live in one of those neighbourhoods. UGH.]]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
