Wednesday, April 26, 2006

hooked and choked in throat. the taste of phlegm mingles with the hardness of the texture of blood. ask a mutt man if he sings.

it'll come to a point, when you cant exactly talk off your mind. there's a whole list of things to do, and if i can't ask God for a little bit more time, i better get some self evaluation done.

anyway, good day ahead.

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