blogging's like slicing your brain to thin strips, salting em, and then drying em under the sun. It'll be fun watching every drop of moisture evaporating from them, each strip curling up like besuto prawn crackers when dropped in steaming hot oil. I could even hear them crackling.
Friday, July 16, 2004
TLC
Dump me, scratch me, thrash me, hurt me , love me. Do me 'til I don't feel it anymore. Poke my eye, break my arm, twist my neck, knee my balls, and then hug me. Torture me 'til I breathe no more.
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