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You can cut it with a knife

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the desolation that pours in on me as I spend hours staring into pale light of my moniter. If the story moves swiftly I have had a decent day, if it goes slowly I take to the bottle with the friends in my head. I think of sex as if it were a myth-the forest of the women a place I know nothing of anymore. I must constantly remind myselve of the reasons behind my self induced social hiatus, I saw the top of the moutain & it was good. A story that shall not go untold.



You can cut it with a knife

Posted to Utterances




the desolation that pours in on me as I spend hours staring into pale light of my moniter. If the story moves swiftly I have had a decent day, if it goes slowly I take to the bottle with the friends in my head. I think of sex as if it were a myth-the forest of the women a place I know nothing of anymore. I must constantly remind myselve of the reasons behind my self induced social hiatus, I saw the top of the moutain & it was good. A story that shall not go untold.