Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Bitches, Hoes and Niggas... Nigga.

-Undeveloped Thoughts-

Woman... Orange... “fake”... Herb... Lenard.

The more tired I get the larger my hands look to me.

What’s the name for my phobia? I can’t find it but I know I’m not the only one who has it!! Kat’s totally a freak too!

Anafranil... Really? Who would be comfortable enough to try and get on a anti-depressant that has a side effect of orgasms? Or.. what kindda sick doctor would prescribe that?? Oy.. This world..

Am I like I am now because I’m not someone I would have liked then. Or am I me because I don’t like who I was. Does it count if I still don’t. Never did… Never mind. Nothing’s changed.

If I was never awake for evening and night I'd be a lot more content with my life. I'm rarely lonely during the day.

They all ran away together so no one would know they were still alive!
Tupac
Elvis
Anastasia
Jesse James
Hitler
Jesus Christ

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