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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.

February 2, 2009

Seven Sevens.

[From sketchbook:]
I am a parylz paryl
Parylzar
"Blaugh sksaak"
"Don't mess"
"Hammer'd"
Knifewound, nine o clock
it's your fucking birthday
she hopes you celebrate
but don't go overboard
necrotization isn't that hard
go up to the fridge for a beer
but fuck it, die of bloodloss instead
Posted by cardboardjesus at 1:38 AM

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