well it's like trying to balance an empty bottle on top of a thin fence: useless, you keep trying just out of desperate persistency, to nag the wicked transparent thing. look around, see other colourful vessels in perfect equilibrium, panic. don't panic
there's alot of stuff on my mind but feels like i'm unable to put it right or put it or whatever. feels like life's slipping through my fingers, what does it boil down to anyway? am i missing sum crucial
I'd sleep in a coffin i guess, provided it's soft and has these vents and all. Another thing's to cut throats but there'd be a helluvalot trouble dragging bodies, you know, blood and all. So I'd rather sleep in a coffin, i guess.
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