lustingblood (lustingblood) wrote,

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You said I tasted famous so I drew you a heart but now I'm not an artist, I'm a fucking work of art

The other day I was sitting in the computer lab, everything silent and florescent and only the sound of clicking keys and the hum of printers. Suddenly the guy on the computer across from me calmly ejects a floppy from the computer, throws it violently to the floor and repeatedly jumps on it, then picks up the broken remnants and placidly sits back down as if nothing happened. Everyone stared and I couldn't help laughing, because I knew exactly how he felt...

Dressing sluttily and dancing in front of the mirror is fun...

"Nothing in this world is real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours"

Yes, couldn't have put it better myself.
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