| We turn ourselves inside out. Expose what we're afraid to see. |
[Jul. 29th, 2008|01:49 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Tragedy" Coal Chamber | ] |

Fractured right collar bone. Four scalp lacerations. Three bruised ribs. Five giant fucking gashes across my sternum. Fucking Cheetara. I hate Thunder Cats. [On the bright side at least I finally figured out how to use the dictation program on my laptop... it's so much easier than trying to type one handed. The silver lining to this equation? I think not.] ( Private to V ) |
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| The sight of my grave- grave- grave- GRAVE. |
[Jul. 29th, 2008|01:10 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | "Silhouette Serenade" Vendetta Red | ] | Vare & Dyl AIM convo [early morning]
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