

shells still life and love it was about oh 1:30 in the morning on a monday. spending my time worrying about my girlfriend and missing her desperately. i dont know what i was doing. well i was and am doing this currently as a sparsely chatted with an old friend. jack off jill, 1294th track on the winamp. the old friend and his flattery. the regular kind i was used to getting with this kid. he was only a teenager and fed up with life. why? existence. what was it? the usual \"where do i fit in\'s?\". i was there and sometimes are still at times. times like these when the person that defines me is hundreds of miles away. if i could. i sort of wish it. to be a heat seakingshells still life and love by ~tc0d
I guess you were only gone in my eyes. It seems the community has embraced you. :-D
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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