| FRiENDS CUT |
[29 Aug 2004|09:40pm] |
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Slipknot - Vermilion Pt. 2 |
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I refuse to guilt my head with a series of acerbic murmurs pronouncing the low degree of friendship I offer. Not that I am in serious denial. Yes, I fucking lack all the traits of being a friend, moving on.
One adjective for the vacation: Homicide. No exaggeration or fabrication applied to the message. Obtaining an oxygen tank is advisable. Temperature, murderous. Air contamination, severe. Population, dense. Key to survival? Don’t breath, don’t drink from the tap and remember folks, air conditioning is your bulletproof vest or the temperature will shoot your heart up your throat.
If you are one of those people who believe money can’t buy happiness, you need to seek medical attention immediately. Good to live by that.
I'm Sick Of This. I Deleted Everyone. If you would like to be redeemed and stay on my list for one reason or another, you may comment on this entry and I will consider it. It will remain open to all commenters. Otherwise, I respectfully ask that you remove me as your friend as well.
Entries henceforth will be friends only.
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[04 Jun 2004|12:19pm] |

you know the drill. add me. ill add you back.
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