i can smell your b.o. and your fear
i have been dealt a lethal dose of depression.
maybe i woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
i wanted to lay on the floor all day. why do i want to lay on the floor when i'm depressed?
god i crack myself up
7.20.2006
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fantatsize about being a towel and then write poem about it you will feel maybe a little bit better.
I usually only lie on the floor when it's really hot out. Sucks that you're depressed. You could maybe go visit the kitties at the cat house. That would cheer me up. Hope the blues pass soon.
i'm better...
Good to hear. I saw sasquatches throw stones at hill folk sleeping in a cabin in a movie tonight.
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