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Saturday, February 2, 2013


Irony is:

A freshly pressed shirt on a crumpled shell of a man

Cleaning up an old hollow dead rat carcass while Modest Mouse is playing on Pandora.

Missing the FP even though I spend 22 hours a day with him every day.

My lungs are full of paint, as is my brain and blood stream. Do you think they are coated in silver paint?

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