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Starving ----- I just watched The Virgin Suicides. I shivered through the whole thing. ----- You would be surprised how sharp nails can be when you try. ----- I feel like swallowing the contents of a bottle. Something. Anything. ----- I know I'll get better. And then I'll get worse. And then I'll tell myself that it's better again. ------ It's better. ----- And again. ----- Nauseous ----- I can still taste it. ----- I need a real ********* (guess (tell me)) ----- I�m gonna get something to eat. D'you want anything? ----- I regularly stand in front of the microwave when reheating food with the hope that one day I will get cancer and with it, a real reason to bitch. And be thankful. ----- If you (me) take enough time doing this (writing), you (you) can get the full spectrum of me (me (my thoughts)). ----- I miss you too. ----- I�m still hungry. ----- I'm not angry. ----- There is gry under my fingernails. ----- Those are the only words that end in GRY. Just a thought. ----- I just had a sudden craving for Red Aliz�. ----- That's the good stuff. ----- I'm feeling mighty better. ----- I feel like a teeny pop song (the happy kind, about being all fuzzy inside (and maybe outside)), but without the blatantly sex-saturated lyrics. Just the good stuff. ----- Anyone realize the sad state of *********** lately? ----- I feel all fuzzy inside. And fuxxy too. And fucci, and fuvvy, and fubby, and funny and fummy. And fuuuy. ----- Does anyone know what an over-abundant (?) use of the second person (in writing) means? ----- *gently kisses the beautiful sleeping girl and crawls into his bed* ===== luve |