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I sit and stare at the hair in the tub drain. who's hair is that? where did it come from? is it my mother's?
I stand and gawk at the feces on the floor. who shit on my floor? who?
i need some whiskey come get some whiskey with me. well get drunk and shit on the floor. like dogs on summer's shore. i have to pee aaaaah! the hair is still in the tub drain!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Into the Fire
2001-06-26, 03:13
Into the Fire