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Sweet Fluoridated Memories
The faucet drips, drips, drips and I remember.
I remember the day I stabbed you right in your orbital socket with the steak knife from dinner, you bellowed out your last breath/goodbye and I laughed.
Oh, how I laughed. So much so that it twisted the knife deeper and deeper which in turn made me laugh harder. And still, the faucet drips, drips, drips.
I remember the day I stabbed you right in your orbital socket with the steak knife from dinner, you bellowed out your last breath/goodbye and I laughed.
Oh, how I laughed. So much so that it twisted the knife deeper and deeper which in turn made me laugh harder. And still, the faucet drips, drips, drips.
Published 27th Oct 2010
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27th Oct 2010 9:35pm
wow ....I don't know what to say. Such a short entry yet it speaks a thousand words. I absolutly loved it :D Keep going.
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