aggravated ramble.
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I can't fathom the people that I once knew. The people that I know. The people that I will meet. The one's who sell their soul for a "unique image". What unique image is that? The one you spent hours upon hours searching for in magazines? The one you stole from thousands of glossy pages? Yes, that's it. You apply that domino of layered chalk across your face, with MTV playing in the mirror's reflection. You worry about your size, your shape, and who will find you attractive. You have a mind, you know? It is one of the most amazing aspects of your body. Do something special with it. Reality slapped me in the face quite a long time ago. I'm not like you anymore. I never will be.
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Are you in college now? Probably. There's nothing lamer than people who didn't go to college and are all confused about shit and drive a delivery truck. There's nothing cool about that. |
I'm not attacking anyone. If you must know, I was inspired by a friend from my hometown that lost custody of her child by injecting heroin into his arms. that's all.
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Are you talking about who I think you're talking about?
"There's nothing lamer than people who didn't go to college and are all confused about shit and drive a delivery truck. There's nothing cool about that." --- ^.o |
