i exhaled and watched my breath grow on the window and disappear accordingly. god only knew how long i had been there, sitting in that same seat since you left me there. long enough for the window to leave a red mark on my forehead; long enough for my heart to separate a bit; long enough to sober up; long enough for the street lights to come on. the waitress refilled my water for the fifth time in an hour and i took that last thing i had left of you. bottle to palm, palm to mouth, down the throat. i remember all the past arguments over it; you would always spit at me 'too much' but i always could convince with simple pleadings of how you knew
I nearly passed out at several points of the day. Good old illness! :D
Can't stop coughing. It's getting to be like a game now.
"House of 1000 Corpses" is the most FUCKING shit movie ever created. Raunchy to tha maxxx.
I'd rather shave 3 cats, cement their fur to my body, and throw their corpses at the window of a daycare, then watch that movie again.
I love your stuff. it's fantastic. I'm sorry to say that I found your gallery through that ripper "Nosytlegirl", but I took off all of the favorites I had with them and came back to fav them in your gallery.