Tuesday, June 24, 2008

You miss the puppet, which was an illusion to an extent. You'll try again to go back in years, but that is never possible. I've outgrown this shell, but cannot currently find another. Aaaaa-eeee-iiii-ooo-uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Fucking caterpillar. The weather matches my mood, of which I am thankful. Freedom is only a word. This world is too beautiful for the people who inhabit it. I'd love to wipe that smear off that porcine face.

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