say it
These things are addictive.
"FUCK YOU!" might as well be the last thing that leaks out of my mouth. In fact, it's quite probable that those will be my last words. I'll be laying in a ditch somewhere (just to prove my mom right), blood trickling out of every orifice. My mind will flip through its rolodex of witty saying, which is fairly short to begin with. Each index card will be tossed aside due to inappropriate fecal references. Right before my mind stumbles upon the classic, "
The gold… the gold is… in… the… the… ~gack~!" my lungs will rattle out their second-to-last gurgling breath. With the critical moment at hand, my mind will freeze up (as it is prone to do) and my last words will be left to reflex.
...and so it was written, shenry at 5/13/2004 11:53:00 AM.
...and so it was appended with
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