accept your fate, lost to the grind. Just another fractured ego rocking the night clubs.
Another year, another excuse to get fucked up and drown in liquid sorrow.
So sick from the race that you just want to obliterate all trace of conciousness,
to give in to the back brain and be moved solely by need.
happy new year.
01 January 2004
Posted by Cecil B. Demented at 15:56
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