:: Idle Neurosis ::

:: Tuesday, February 25, 2003 ::

Anxiety attacks!! collect em! Trade em with your friends!!!
by Henry Rollins
When she leaves, when she walks away, dont you feel like a piece of porcelain? If you breathe, youll break. The nights get long. Endless long. Hard to breath. Hard to think when she leaves. You turn on yourself and try to tell yourself that its not your heart thats breaking inside. You try to tell yourself that youre better off alone. Sounds fake coming out of your mouth. Sounds like a broken bell ringing. You dont have to be a genius to get the blues. Its like a cold that you cant shake. I get em, you get em. They make you want to die when they go away, when they leave you. Sometimes you get the blues when the blues leave you. You know they were the only thing that ever really told you the truth.
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mother trucker. i am drained and ready for bed. i will attempt to conjure a piece/update for you soon. until then, my thoughts are being held hostage. i will brief you on the fact that i will be able to complete a double major of international communications and spanish within my allotted four year college experience. go me. entonces, puedo hablar español todo el tiempo, y puedo escribir en español aqui más, y no podrás entenderme. pero, alento todos idiomas; griego, árabe, elslovaco(cual querría aprender mucha, pero esperaré después españa). así, nada más. if you understood that; groovy. if not; sucks to be you.

best show ever: That 70's Show
its brilliant, smart comedy. one of the very few out there these days.

in the end, its all nice.
stellar lady:: Anonymous 10:41 PM [+] ::
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