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With days of solitude I score my skin, Each tiny mark like a record of my days. Condemned to an eternity in solitary confinement, I tug on the clamp on my brain Hoping not to wreck the soft, grey tissue. Here in my cell I am barred from green grass and flowers; Baby bunnies and cooing birds. What a happy accident to have landed *** first After hauling my *** out of a long sleep And praying for an *** that may fill my jeans Or carry me the **** out of here in hooves of bronze. Where we're going, there isn't any ******* gold. 20 years and 9 days and teeny little etches for each. I slap a watch on my wrist and I've got a more grown-up form of torment. Oh that TICK Oh that TOCK Oh how it-- TICK Oh how it-- TOCKs To me when nothing else will. There are 5 simple steps to repairing a humanoid vessel: 1) score it 2) don't wreck the soft tissues 3) get the right *** 4) accept the bronze 5) accept that ticks and tocks mean you'll be running on a full 3 hours if you're lucky
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
5 Simple Rules for Dating My Ego
With days of solitude I score my skin, Each tiny mark like a record of my days. Condemned to an eternity in solitary confinement, I tug on the clamp on my brain Hoping not to wreck the soft, grey tissue. Here in my cell I am barred from green grass and flowers; Baby bunnies and cooing birds. What a happy accident to have landed *** first After hauling my *** out of a long sleep And praying for an *** that may fill my jeans Or carry me the **** out of here in hooves of bronze. Where we're going, there isn't any ******* gold. 20 years and 9 days and teeny little etches for each. I slap a watch on my wrist and I've got a more grown-up form of torment. Oh that TICK Oh that TOCK Oh how it-- TICK Oh how it-- TOCKs To me when nothing else will. There are 5 simple steps to repairing a humanoid vessel: 1) score it 2) don't wreck the soft tissues 3) get the right *** 4) accept the bronze 5) accept that ticks and tocks mean you'll be running on a full 3 hours if you're lucky
Written by anxiety-ridden mass of flesh who went a couple days too long without *** Spends spare time learning quantum mechanics and making up lies about what she spends her spare time doing.
anna-vida
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May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
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