Tuesday, February 3, 2009

This:

This is mine.

I need a place to vent, to let loose though not footloose, somewhere magnificent.


'Sup
----Just chillin'
Aight, want to hit up the bowling rink?
----Nah, Ive got to go.
Go where? Why the hell can;t you come?
----I...
----I just can't.

You're a nasty face!
---C'mon...
No, you're just going to hangout with that trashy..thing!
---I can't come
Now you-
---Your mother is dead.
---That's why.

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