i've reached a new low . i love everything chris cornell has hever done....
boujoulais? red wine. puking out the window.
totaly alone in my mind.
have i done this to myself?
could it be that i need ......others?
where should i find them??
feels like i'm too strange.
and i am a strange one.
when the shit hits the proverbial fan, i expect the ,litteral, pitch-forks and torches.....
i expect them to come for me, eventually...
cassandra in a coal mine...
serpents licked my eyes....
and i'm cursed in that noone wants to hear about the END of their most comfortable life....
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