Thursday, February 17, 2005
Beasts
The beasts are killing me with their mean ropey hands. They are swaying around my neck, threatening-like. I am growing fangs in response. I want to drool on someone instead of onto my lonely desk. If I could find a young woman to smother with bodily fluids I would feel so happy. You may think I am a misogynist but I am not that foolish. Women are turmoil.
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You may need to summon your rabbit army to defeat these beasts or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom?
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