|Current mood:|| exanimate|
|Current music:||Matchbook Romance|
i've got fourteen balloons, but i think i'll let them take to the sky
My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Ass Machine Teapot, Yo.
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Apparently, people don't just take pins to your balloons when they're full. You can be slowly deflating, all the air and life fleeing your body...and then they'll pop you and give you that final, fatal blow. And I don't care to discuss what the pinprick that killed me tonight was.
However, life sucks and I'm going to die alone. So that might help those who care to figure out just what's wrong with me.