Feed me a stray cat
The Big Nothing. Delusional disorder. Blasphemous rumours. All of them sadly wrong. Coincidences. How to Pat-Bateman-ize my life. Need a tongue-piercing. And a tattoo. My new jacket. The shuffle on my iPod seems to capture my moods, and thrust them up or down. Dreamt of the enemy. Couldn't kill him...yet. Confidence. What's undesirable about perfection? No I in threesome. Too much him in this one. The Rihanna Syndrome. I might be playing a game with you. Russian roulette. For a year and a half. Someone left the infinite delay guitar effect plugged in my love life. Chemistry. Inverted alchemy. Learn to lie someday and you'll be amazed at what you've been missing. Most of the times I think in foreign languages. This is not an exit.
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