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Self- terrorism [and numb romance]!

I have been sick for days, and my head is on the verge...of breaking down. I might... be having a splitting headache or migraine. I am trying to focus. Strangely, I am also thinking of fridges, and penguins. Oh and of course, of your bitter heart on a silver platter, and mine throbbing beside.
Salt, or pepper? Delicious. Anything really, for a pretty mindfucked.

"With your feet on the air and your head on the ground, try this trick and spin it, yeah! Your head'll collapse, if there's nothing in it. And then you'll ask yourself: 'Where is my mind! Where is my mind! Where is my mind!' Way out in the water, see it swimmin'..."
The Pixies, Where is My Mind?, Fight Club OST

Posted by martha lung on Monday, August 14, 2006 at 3:10 AM |

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