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8/25/03 - Junkie Persona
Moldy clothes, puke pits.
Minimal movement.
Half-dead, and lost - poor innocent child.

Uncleanly environment.
One-two roomed home.  Ours?
Wanting them to leave.
Needles, spoons, eyes rolling back, makes for a good song.

Starvation, slouching spines -
rude without remorse.
Back pains continuous, start the cycle again.
Clearly controled, not a care in the world.  Reality?

Throwing a party.
Pooping around the bathroom.
Steak knives in the toliet tank.  Weird.
Gross.
Bratwurst, too.

Old high school friends, strangers, made-up people everywhere.
Screaming, running around half-naked.
Girls groping me in the shower.  Kinda fun. 
Forcing assholes to leave.


2/25-2/26
Very unfamiliar places.
Something of a comfortable nature.
Out and about without a care in the world.
Time seems to stand still.

Don't remember much inbetween.
Suppose it may come to me in some form or another.

On to the next adventure.
No ties to be seen.
Treking the path, where does it lead?

Diseae consumed Cheesmun.
What happened here?




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