Box has me press-ganged.
‘Please read. I can help you:
recall nausea and fuck-buddy
depravity? Dee-press-shun.
‘Suffer the shirk? Cancerous
pressure talk taking its kind
time. Makes the clock scream
****** at twelve. Tick, tick,
tock—it’s time. Open, take and
swallow. Feel much better now?
‘Take another! Toss it down
the hatch. It’ll stun you alive
until dead. You’re chastised, kid.’
Jul 20, 2012
Jul 20, 2012 at 3:49 AM UTC
Box has me press-ganged.
‘Please read. I can help you:
recall nausea and fuck-buddy
depravity? Dee-press-shun.
‘Suffer the shirk? Cancerous
pressure talk taking its kind
time. Makes the clock scream
****** at twelve. Tick, tick,
tock—it’s time. Open, take and
swallow. Feel much better now?
‘Take another! Toss it down
the hatch. It’ll stun you alive
until dead. You’re chastised, kid.’
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