your intestines smell of an ignited elevator shaft |
mod | retro | sign | rings | profile | notes | toothpaste | design | vagabonds | host <<Oct. 30, 2003 5:53 p.m.>> pretty two-dimensional flowers decorate the box of tissues that has been strapped to my hand all day. i have resorted to telling people i am dying from a number of illnesses so they will stop bothering me about the fact that i want to stay home and watch movies tommorow night. i am still dressing up as a chimbley sweep for school. the bristles on my brush are rather stiff and it might be deemed a lethal weapon, but i wouldn't mind getting sent home early |