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cherry sweet smoke drifting slow circles barely masks the scent of... burned coffee? or is it mold? it really brings out  the apathetic atmosphere of this windowless waiting room. dimly lit and dingy a single bare bulb clinging to life ...and failing - f l i c k e r s   w i t h   t h e   r a p i d   p u l s e   o f   a   h e a r t   g i v i n g   o u t. while peeling Mint Green paint adds a sense of despair ("*it smells definitely like **** in here*") the grout needs a good scrub to remove the flaking brown stains reminiscent of dried blood and chew spit This. is. where. My dreams languish                                        with  bloodshot eyes                                        with cramped backs                                        awkward and uncomfortable queued up to to die in some forgotten room located down that rather unpleasant looking hallway                                                                      filed away for a rainy day that will never come  ~                                                one dead dream is a tragedy                           a thousand dead dreams are just statistic
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
My Mind Looks A Hell of a Lot Like a DMV
cherry sweet smoke drifting slow circles barely masks the scent of... burned coffee? or is it mold? it really brings out  the apathetic atmosphere of this windowless waiting room. dimly lit and dingy a single bare bulb clinging to life ...and failing - f l i c k e r s   w i t h   t h e   r a p i d   p u l s e   o f   a   h e a r t   g i v i n g   o u t. while peeling Mint Green paint adds a sense of despair ("*it smells definitely like **** in here*") the grout needs a good scrub to remove the flaking brown stains reminiscent of dried blood and chew spit This. is. where. My dreams languish                                        with  bloodshot eyes                                        with cramped backs                                        awkward and uncomfortable queued up to to die in some forgotten room located down that rather unpleasant looking hallway                                                                      filed away for a rainy day that will never come  ~                                                one dead dream is a tragedy                           a thousand dead dreams are just statistic
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 10:33 PM UTC
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