Friday, March 09, 2007
InwardConfloption
Was dragged out of bed with a sudden pinch in the brain, Advertising's hollering laboriously out to me. Deal, project's having me hostage. Right at this nick of time, I'm only three point five to a quarter done and on the average of twenty four hours away from due date. I see myself snapping blue-prints of lewd, corrupted looking women posing in their motherlicious hottest with bottles of alcoholic beverages at some I don't know which coffeeshops later -not like indulgence's in place. Appendixes are vital, live with it. I need slumber promptly, my pair of eyes are annoying me with issues. Next, I'm left to dance with no more theories. Screw dope.
Biological clock of mine's functioning defectively. My day's night and my night's revolted :/
Nevertheless, Sweet Ninth Eugene :) I'll sight you in a couple of hours.
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