| Current mood: |  annoyed |
| Current music: | track 4 |
Track 4
"This is what you're life has been reduced to. An apartment containing no more than a matress. How sad that the strings have been removed from thge blinds, and all the outlets have been painted over. And the television screen is streaked with blood, and smeared from your knuckles asif you were trying to punch it out, but you underestimated strength, or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. Startled by a knock at the door, and you rise for the first time in two days to answer. But you can only greet the visitor with one short statement. Hello my name is distance and I don't care if I never wake up again."
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