2003-06-09 - 6:53 p.m.
"No, but I've got some poems about restlessness in my trapper-keeper"
Allright, no more concessions. I'm too scared of everything, I give in too easily, I let people walk all over me, hell, I invite them to. My life is no where near the edge, I'm a pillow in a room full of pillows. Somebody fucking punch me and see if I'm alive.
Musical sounds: "Rosemary's Baby" -Fantomas
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